Somewhere there is a feather stuck in one’s nose
No
what I mean is that Spring has arrived
& amidst all of this color
there are bird droppings
on vehicles in heaps
& the skies are clear
except for pollination
& spores & armed blue jays
ready to attack
& all the peoples of the earth seem to be
on the edge
& maybe what they need is to be
tickled with a feather
(Late March 2012)
No
what I mean is that Spring has arrived
& amidst all of this color
there are bird droppings
on vehicles in heaps
& the skies are clear
except for pollination
& spores & armed blue jays
ready to attack
& all the peoples of the earth seem to be
on the edge
& maybe what they need is to be
tickled with a feather
(Late March 2012)
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