It’s a lovely March New England day,
40 with a high of 48.
My joints have grown stiff with winter,
But surely spring has time to spare!
Perhaps in April I’ll ride my bike.

I draw the curtains shut—
The sunshine casts a glare on my monitor,
In whose counterfeit light
I research bicycles I can’t afford
And neither need nor want.

Written on Saturday, March 16, 2019