The rude clip of Spring and it's gaggle of chirping frogs
gloat in the amiable parish of poesies and greening lawns.
Yawning daylight; scrapes away at the bleak -
features of Evening ... and coursing through the veins -
of every swan... a Ballet.
At night, the fog is lifted ironically. by two numb hands.
as two eyes peer into the heavenly
to hear it speak it's astronomy... down

Down where we crawl
for stars of our own... dredging hope
from dead wellsprings.
and plundering
moons...

All Day.