To play the cadence of a fresh spring day
that unkempt lawns periwinkle purple,
verges mat daisies under gangling stalks,
seed globes for the slipstream thrust rakishly,
douse the morning well with spattering rain;
glue fallen blossom to the broad dock leaves,
then bake it on with deep sun-oven heats
that covet all the jewels in the grass.
We'll keep our loutish clouds, but in their leers
slot sunny intervals, green-lanterning,
and all the sun's adornments; yet be sure
the cloud-light egalitarians stand,
diffuse of shadow, subtle shades of green.
The blackbird fiefdoms still will yell their riffs;
and toddlers too their so few phrases, joy.
