Salutations, to a swing set slam
spring hit hard on the southern land
revolving door of a seasonal sprawl
robins are singing, can you hear their call?
there are pink flamingos rising upon the shelves
of the inner city stores and into the mell
that is backyard bedazzled
in pink plastic summer frazzle
the sunshine is humming
its throwing, its running
its coming out tomorrow,
winter is sorrow
you can't have spring come now
but its not far away, rousing
and shaking itself
causing all the men in snow to melt
the wind is shouting
evergreens scowling
their foliage replaced by sweet green buds
and you jump and its thudding
decorations across people's yards
swimming in mud, in March
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This is awesome. I'm always amazed by your writing. You even made most of it rhyme, and the rhymes aren't forced either; it just flows. I love it.
ReplyDeleteHaha I like the new occupation on your profile. And I really like the new picture.