on spring day number thirty-seven
\ni remember nothing new and wing
\nalong inside mind\u2019s eye
\nto capture\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so to speak
\na prize, a gem of introspection
\none that i might share\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and pen
\nmy quiet jubilation\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so
\nthe cause of what i might expect is simple
\nseems to be neglect of all which bears
\nresemblance to a memory
\nor ample contemplation\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0oh
\nnow there\u2019s a thought-
\nful pause inside this realm of mine
\nto realize that what is not is
\nnew when it becomes\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i see the
\nlight of day beside the elm tree
\nfade away as bits of cotton battin\u2019
\nfloat northeast away to shade
\nsome other place\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and when
\nthe sun comes back to me and
\ni beside the elm tree watch
\na bird, a fly, a bee
\ni catch an armadillo bug beneath a
\nrock with seven slugs and then i
\nroll the little fellow as a ball
\naround the trash can lid
\nand this he does so patiently until i
\nsmash him to the ground\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it\u2019s
\nall she wrote for mr. bug\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the
\nfall was just too much, no parachute
\nlike dandelions which
\nsail forever\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 they can float
\nback down to earth or glide in
\nto a neighbor\u2019s weeds I shouldn\u2019t mind
\nif those weeds grow their roots
\nacross the driveway birth is such a
\nlovely thing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
on spring day number thirty-seven i remember nothing new and wing along inside mind\u2019s eye to capture\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so to speak a prize, a gem of introspection one that i might share\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and pen my quiet jubilation\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so the cause of … Continue reading