POEM: Recommencement

In late May the local colleges
Disperse the young and the hopeful into the world
The way poplar issues furry pollen into the air.

It is this re-seeding every year at this time
That is so eternal:
Its flowers are their dreams -
Its rainstorms are the many trials that await them -
Its fresh sunlight, the many successes which further emboldens them -
Its fruit is everything that is brand new
Or soon will be the brand new
About the world, about living and us.