Happy Clover

Lawrence Mack Hall, HSG
mhall46184@aol.com
April, 2013

 Happy Clover

Brave little clovers scorn the mud and ice

Of dreary February’s indecision;
They bloom beyond the glass, the dead-dry heat
Of cinder-block cells and fluorescent lights,
That eternal summer of electrons
Shot from cool cathodes of ruthless progress
Against the holy mercury vapour:
Et flickering lux facta est to fall
Like home-office visitations upon

File folders full of fond fatuities,

Computer screens glowing the latest truths,
Stained coffee mugs that advertise good times,
And happy-happy photographs, staplers,
Photographs of acceptable partners,
A cartoon that was funny years ago,
Tape-dispensers, all elbowing for space
On the certified Plains of Abraham.
Oh, happy little clovers, fix for use
Some nitrogen in anticipation
Of the fragile, needful grass of summer;
Be proof against predatory herbicides,
And in the north wind dance your promises.