April 6: Spring Cleaning

Our Christmas tree is lying on the ground amid a heap of dead leaves, waiting for me to dismantle it with a hacksaw. Behind it, the spring-swollen river rushes past. It would be so easy to give the old tree a nudge into the swirling, cleansing currents, let drift away out of sight around the bend...

I'm tempted to push
the brittle old Christmas tree
into the river.