The Problem with Spring
One day, that first day, you see the first reveal of the green dreamt in winter
This first pang filled hopeful green only lasts the better part of a day
Today you get the very first naive green of a vale, green for the first time
Filled with promise and dew that will only age after today
This green in the sour taste bud thrills only have
a moment in a day in a season this year and no other
One day, that first day, you see the first reveal of the green dreamt in winter
This first pang filled hopeful green only lasts the better part of a day
Today you get the very first naive green of a vale, green for the first time
Filled with promise and dew that will only age after today
This green in the sour taste bud thrills only have
a moment in a day in a season this year and no other
1 comment:
The phallic image that attends this poem seems like the perfect compliment to first peeks, dewy promises and sour tastes.
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