to be sweeping away the dirt on your front walk
if while you do so,
the air is in constant motion
and also the newborn leaves;
and if, on these leaves
the sun shines this way on their flat, soft selves;
and if the birds just won’t stop singing;
and if, mixed in with the dirt and the dust and
the seed pods from the river birch,
you are also sweeping up the pale pink petals
from the tree that is yet blooming
as it stands in the place it has always been
just quietly next to your driveway.
