Te Laudamus

Woke up this morning to see that

it was spring, and laid in bed 

for hours to hear the humdrum of

winter’s overstayed sting

melt away with the robin’s 

pitchforked feet and the 

laughter of school children

traveling in echoes from

across the street.

One day, I think I’ll leave 

this city, with its cracked 

sidewalks and gray-blue haze, 

but for now I am its disciple, 

humming along quietly to 

these forenoon songs 

of praise.