Job lists

Thank God for the crabapple and redbud.  Their spring beauty will most likely be fleeting, with rain predicted over the next couple days.  I know from past years when the redbud lets loose, the sidewalk will be covered in purple buds, and I will process to the car, like a bride walking through rose petals.  It is good to know hope will be fulfilled.  Soon I may even cancel all those job listings.

Most mornings

Jobs arrive

In my inbox.

I have subscribed

To various lists.

Why I still hope for jobs

In the inbox

I don*t know.

I barely look at them

Anymore.

Still it is strangely comforting

To know there are positions

Waiting.

I wonder whether

They will be filled

By a blonde

Or perhaps by someone

With the right assortment of letters

After their name

Or maybe someone

Who has counted their hours

Exactly right.

The jobs arrive                               

In my inbox.

I barely see them anymore.

This morning the crabapple flowers

In back,

The redbud

In front.

It seems there are different things

To hope for,

Different things

To find.