unsprung spring
March in chaste by javelin tears
bright sun bright upon the wind
see how
the lakes are lapping
and the geese are yapping
all’s right with the world
but look
the machines are shitting asphalt
the daffodils are appalled for
the cause is cars
so you must
turn now to the old songs
the compost Memphis
of the seeds of youth
sit
so bewildered now
and for evermore say
I was there
I was there
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