a corny poem that's not very good

April comes
quivers
stretches
blooms
a true spring
in the city
birds search out
a leafy bush
a building ledge
a jutting air conditioner
to squeeze in
a nest
sidewalks below
attest to many
aborted attempts
wind clears the air
each day a gift
tulip leaves litter cement
as pale leaves
unfold and wave
as April goes
and May
steps in quietly
before the inevitable
irrepressible heat that
will follow
soon
all too soon.