Spring

BY CHRIS JOHNSON

small life is all around, twitching and catching the breeze.

Connie took a photo of some tulips pushing up through garbage.

corporations haven’t won, but it would make things easier.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, all the little life screams.

beautiful sounds are so much harder to appreciate in isolation.

walking along the transit way and feeling every ounce.

tiny breaths hit my tongue with the warm weight of exhaustion.

ours is a world of wonderment and discarded ketchup packets.

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CHRIS JOHNSON (he/they) is the Managing Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine. He currently lives in Ottawa, which is located on unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinabe. His chapbooks include Listen, Partisan! (Frog Hollow Press, 2016) and Gravenhurst (above/ground press, 2019). @ceeeejohnson