Any Poem

Dawn-dews on maple leaf Dance in the delighted genes April is soft green Even from this roof of October-November The pages of your book Look thick, off white and crisp In spite of my tongue being in a lisp The lingering ember Peppered rounds of cucumber I would like to write any poem Though words are too gem to dig up But the twitters in the purple cup Overwhelming I must not be tired by waiting Moments hesitating On the leaves As well as on my heaves ------------------------------------------------------- March 31, 2016