Strike sparks

like sun-stream slashes

slanting through the sky.

Step lively,

like the weeds of twining green-sprig

sliding up through cracks.

Sing bravely,

like the trilling notes of flit birds

switching branch to branch

through all the city tree-loets

past the hubbub hurried rush

of people pandemonium

to tell the city (cars and all)

the spring is in the air.