Signs of spring are blooming now
They sprout from every post and rail
On neon sheets and bright balloons
They shout their story, tell their tale:
Garage Sale here!
Plant Sale there!
A charity carwash!
A country fair!
I’ve lost my puppy!
Can’t find my cat!
Please buy my car!
My boat, my hat!
Come pick some veggies!
Please vote for me!
A meeting Tuesday!
A show at three!
I’ll paint your condo!
I’ll walk your dog!
Come learn some yoga!
Let’s save the bog!
Then come the winds, the bleaching sun
The sign’s forgotten, its day is done.
It sags from light posts, droops from trees
Skids through parks, drifts on the breeze.
So when you’ve had your dance or sale
Remember where you drove each nail
And do a favour for our town –
And take your bloody posters down!
Kay Griffiths