Car wash rinses the winter away.
I watch as the thick brushes
roll, pound, bounce, spray, scrub, slap
the windows-sides of the car
Lights flashing, sprayers spraying, blowers blowing
Dirt and salt obliterated from view.
Sweet spring air greets gleaming windows.
Tires dripping with new life, fresh roll.
The world blinks it’s eye carefully,
looks up tentatively with renewed soul.
A seed of hope grows carefully
into a flower, then blooms. Explodes!