30 poems in 30 days: 15

A Poem Sort of In the Style of Charles Bukowski

it is tax day across this great nation.
and as a result it seems the sun, after hiding itself
behind rain and snow for days,
has decided to appear
perhaps in order to mark
the occasion as somehow
grand.
in addition, 3 pelicans
in formation
just soared past my office window
like a squadron
in advance of spring.
the sky has achieved a blue
approaching clarity.
perhaps there are even buds
on the trees that waves
tall fingers
by the science building
they are in the process
of remodeling.
it would seem that change
is finally happening.
indeed, a massive hole
grows daily under this window,
tractors growl and huff,
men in neon green bend over
their machines
with metal tools,
altering the landscape
in the name of future
experimentation.
perhaps someone in that building
will find a cure for
cancer.
or maybe a way to
melt fat
off a woman's bones
without killing her.
somewhere, a man with
lots of money
sits back in his expensive suit
in a glass office
high over a bustling city,
and mentally pockets
the profits
from that
awesome discovery.
I suspect he has
armies of lawyers
at his disposal
to ensure that he
pays as little as possible
in taxes.
in case you were wondering, I
have already
paid my taxes,
more than a week ago,
(my husband
paid our taxes)
and
rain mixed with snow
is forecast
for Friday.