POEM: Everyone Loves The Street-Sweeper

Everyone loves the street-sweeper
That fat old sauropod
With flat teeth suitable for grinding dirt
& glass & schmotz
Of misspent winter.

Lumbering in yellow
It removes the grime
And peels away the cabin-fever
And faith in global warming.

Like hyacinth and flowering trees,
Another sign that spring
Is beginning to fill out its new suit
And is looking more and more
Like a grown-up.