amongst a thicket always

           younger always

                  distinct always
                  
                    1 always
                    green
                    always
                    supple
                    always bends
                    sways
                    always yields

         amongst a thicket


                      always

                         1 always

                             frond
    
                  apart

                                         always


                   from the others
                     grows
                                gets
                                        virile
                                                  lean
                                        smart
                           careful
            younger
                           strong
                                       thicker
                                                    with
                                              ***
                                    root
                            and
                  earth
                              unarrested

                                                     sprouts

                                                                        verdant

                                                                                           Eternal

some bruises

   need for pressing.likeit

even some bruises

wantit.want delirious
sharply
             pressed
                           fingers
                                        deep
                                                into
                                                        ) aches

things eagerest, in ring time,
(the only pretty spring time)
ding a ding

                        a bird sings

dirt over clean

                           sweat lovers

sting
              and
                        sting

fist needs little openness
sprawls completely fingers
akimbo
                receiving

another also little open

                       hand

the sky is amorous of the clouds
the clouds are amorous of the wind
the wind is amorous of the trees
the trees are amorous of the earth

so is seen
that each loves of each
but never in return

i have tasted the earth
who was a girl
whose body tasted of apple and spice
whose hair was the sea
whose lips smelled of frankincense and thyme
whose hips were a bay
flush with the wisp of spring
which are a tonic
that i am habitually to eat

i just feel beautifully

       inside

as a word
                       i strive

                                      to
                                              say

                                                      (but never can)