may day every day

it was a beautiful day, and the world was going crazy. smashed glass decorated the store fronts of main street, and periodically the rich would march through town with their guns and pitchforks, calling for the immigrants and anarchists to show their faces. the sun shone of spring and all the trees sprouted tangerines and cherry blossoms and a fire streaked the sky and and a scent of fear floated about with the spring pollens and the ocean waves rose and crashed, reverberating and resonating down through concrete roads. a bouquet of wildflowers sat on the counter. so its true - april showers bring may flowers. this month, the world seemed to be telling us, every day would be may day. every day would be may day. every day would be may day. every one on all sides felt afraid but at the same time every act of kindness had an irreplaceable beauty, every little bit of truth and love and realness was so profoundly human.