Springtime in America

It is the most spring thing
to watch the window-screen man measure,
extending the yellow graduated tape out
as he swipes the cobwebs I missed.

With the windows open,
the neighbor’s cherry blossom waves hi
and I almost wave back,

but I’m uncertain if I'm safe showing whimsy
around this man wearing a black and white
American flag on his trucker’s hat.

Which America does he live in?
Is his country growing and prosperous
or decomposing, like mine?