I’m hearing familiar sounds.
Now listen, here’s the thing.
A starling, dizzy, calling
head over heals in Spring
and yet the awesome speed of light
passed imagining, at this pace
still takes too long to speak to us
from farthest outer space.
The grass is growing faster
underneath my feet
and here we are once again
where two extremists meet.
It’s difficult to fathom how
those two imposters hail
from just one body, so opposite,
yet both conspire to fail
to nurture perfect, vibrant beauty,
when offspring promise doesn’t last.
But need such boundless hope and joy
deteriorate so fast?
Fewer shorter days remain
to save the obvious child
with a simple kind of radiant love
and wrest them from the wild.
How could we doubt a time that bursts
with all forms of life that sing
their seeds in the earth for us to reap,
head over heals in Spring.
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