Waiting For Spring
Bring me back , not to the past,
but present oracles done and sung
come now, gardenias
parade among giant trees
while torchbearers gather to kneel
upon the ground that stamps
this mad maiden’s feet.
Spring, I yearn for your touch,
be gentle, if you please.
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