(not quite but almost)
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
rushed vacuum-man
rumbles whoosh and whirr
and dustydried mud comes
rushing up from rugs and
carpets and it's
spring
and my driveway is a mud-pit
(and don't even ask about my
shoes
and rugs
and floors)
in just--
(not quite but almost)
spring
(With apologies to e.e. cummings.)
1 comment:
The justice aspect is intended by the poet to lie flat, against the tired grain. In my view.
D.
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