sudden happy lily anthem
   why spring you so?

do the secret hollows of your slender arms
hide the days wet ember cresting a wave of
mountain piles; sanctuary.

a puddle of luminous fibers stumble over
their rough shoulders sprawling up to the
bays lip.

a heart of pulseless phlorescents beats ready
to pour its wealth of light onto the stacks of
chimneys sprouted shingles.

a day born well,i,should like to think.