Spring Comings
the spring rains have come
with the promise of cleansing and rebirth
striking the earth with a slap
resuscitating the bed of worms
the air itself becomes comes
thickens with longing scrubbed
and beaten to rosy-cheeked perfection
tulips open
gateway blooms, tender, simpering
their birth a wonder
an opening squall
from the extended excess
of eternal life
these small beatings
thrashing's, tearing's bring forth
the red, pink and peach
of a tulip morn
upon such gentle fragility
upon the ever fleeing stasis of
birth, bloom and death
we all reform
coming
in ecstasy
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