4.14.2010

Spring

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
I find myself where
Blossoms bright; green light and fair
Warm light beginning.

Dappled shadows pass
The surface of my eyelids
Shall I rise or not?

Indescribable
This odor; new rain on young
Waking seedling plants.

Because this time is
Like every time before it,
An eternal youth.

My fingernails catch
Soil bits reaching and I am
Adam in paradise.

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