Because NOAA Tells Me So

The april snow
blanketed the daffodils and
crushed their
upward mobility,
but came as no surprise to
those not pulsing
with chlorophyll.

Oh, modern convenience!
Behold the DOPPLER!

I no longer
need heed
the carpenter’s tales
that my grandfather
ladled upon me
during childhood.

I need not listen
to those tales,
or to the rattle of bone
in my right knee,
despite the keen
ache of either.

I have satellites,
63,000 miles
from the dirt
telling me what
I already knew.