Rushing Season

As April rushes to May

I cannot see as the time flies by

My eyes cannot follow the tide

By which the water flows

And the wind where the flowers blow

And my body rapidly grows in size

Speeding

Panicking to catch up to the already

Ahead spring.

Take a leap into May

And it is warm weather that wraps around

Me.

A prom dress squeezing me tightly with

Rhinestones illuminating the night

A cap and gown tossed on my body

And here we go

Toward the rushing season.