spring equinox
have you seen
how the daffodils turn to rust
under the municipal park railings how
the geese strut the short grass slide
shitting on the red tired winter boats
whilst on the wrecked pond cherry blossom
falling on a dust breeze moving it all along
this swirl of an equinox on the tongue
of a morning destined for a slow poem
for there can you see
on a damp seat quiet sits
the drain of every long light
mildly startled by three ducks
~ why are there are always three ~
slowlying across from left to write
oh why did the cat puke her grass slime
and spoil it all again
the robin has flown its song
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