Wednesday, 30 May 2012


That fire has been burning for a long, long stint
and one blue ball twists and turns akimbo
delighting water, up and up, to air

and a whiter flower bursts into gold
and a tiny creature sucks at liquor
and that tiny creature’s gobbled by a flying bird

landing in a treetop, hammering a song
for Spring, for Spring, carousaling Spring.

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