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