<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div style="margin: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;" class="">Extra, Extra</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">All hail the yellow flag of spring waving on the earth,</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">the fields striking light against the bell of the sky</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">in one triumphant peal announcing revolution.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">Sing hail to the marching band in its rows of thousands,</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">hail to the buds on the branches like droplets of milk</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">about to bloom in a cup of black tea. Hail breakfast.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">All praise to weeds, to fennel, thistle, miner's lettuce,</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">to foxtail and rattlesnake grass, horseradish, duckweed,</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">to moss and lichen, to goldenback fern. Praise outlaws.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">Praise their persistence and their disregard for safety,</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">the way they pass through fences as if through open doors.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">Praise to the uncountable numbers of their beauty.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">And thanks for nothing. Thank you for this embarrassment</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">of useless gifts, this bright paper covering the box</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">of earth. Thank you for the fecund grave, the open mouth</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">of the river in constant, irresponsible flood.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">Thanks for all that goes to waste, unasked for, unwanted:</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class="">this love, in such profusion, that does not care for us.</div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Yosha Bourgea</div></body></html>