Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kit Kelen #637 - in frogloud spring


637
in frogloud spring
(second attempt)

be bird
and sing first thing
or sometimes bark
be winged
fly pup
and pluck at harp
all paws for

howsabout a sea
or at least
have river run
winds tall

all bee begun
and hide in foliage

just have to swoon
hill high with view

it’s even so when sunshine says
when day is freckled forth to live

trickle of sweat
and you think to get wet

next door
hear hammer
they’re building too

we’re paddocks apart

the hour makes an attempt on us
and I hear blowfly buzz

then everything is green because
it simply can’t remember

will I bake on
or will I wash?

inside of spring
a story telling
all little echoes to it
dry
and I hear trickle
sap rise

great mulberration!
when beaks won’t wait for ripe

just let the words be brought to mind

here are my old friends
music

just let the words away

somewhere the picture of me says
at a stretch

sun settles here
and fades the thing

leave wood for a further winter

it’s in spring
I come out of my book

now leaves are fire
waiting on spark
and we could all go up

ants say
looks like rain
but won’t
air’s alive with cousins

I gather all in a last age here
run to mysteries myself

the children of laughter are all a panic
bleed heart to see them so

then won’t you sombre say to me
is any season rote?

is there a book where all spring’s told?

where the all day garden’s
just as sung

no never
but we jam

I wonder then where I was when
and if question leaves a mark





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