There’s a phrase been bouncing around your consciousness…

spring is bouncing around in its

higher power than my power revulsed energy that I imagine strapping all the buckles of creation   we need you: a fact triumph of utility I, for one, can’t get out of bed   higher than higher beyond the brain   Willard Vega

mudluscious cummings way

all the birds on the wing singing

ding a ding ding

april breezes and sneezes

yet spring appeases with delight

of buds and blossoms opening

with glee..oh what a jocund

company...and all the bards

do praise you...as you never cease

to amaze us...with colors and leaves

and the singing

most absurd

of the birds

Sue Machlin, NYC