just gray

spring in massachusetts. and it's gray.
gray and rain
and gray and drizzle.
there are kids
hitting kicking punching yelling.
killing ants and screaming.
note to self: never have three children under age six.
note to self: never have children.
but yes, the baby is sweet.
today there was a hole in his sock,
big toe poking through.
he kept trying to eat it.
and yes, the rhubarb is ripe,
the strawberry moon upon us.