There is a Rashness
In the Land
At Snowmelt:

All Streamlet,
Puddle, and Mud;

And pushing
Upward, outward
Through its
Wet sterility,
Eager gold-green
Sprouts and
Buds--swollen pink:

A chartreusing Mire
Crowned by
Globe flowers,
With Urgency unseen
In other Seasons:

Youthful Progression
Observable in only
A Day.

06/14/2004

Author's Note: And it came to pass

Posted on 08/10/2004
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