Monday, September 1, 2008


A poem for spring.

Spring, when the doors are rehung
and visitors come; Spring, when
the sensational trials of plant
and bird are headlined again
ridiculous warmth
Spring, the trickle the hose
the ripening stem
and the once and forever rose

Spring O most treacherous
treacly with sap
breaking and entering
through the catflap
The most expected surprise
the least culpable crime
first, and most fruitful, offender
every time

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