Spring Poem

 12.51

 

Surprise grows over the path

Through the woods where I became

The student of close history,

Of the great floating orchard

Of vines and shadowy snakes.

Let me window the morning

And mound the best afternoon.

Let me stand the dead like this:

Rabbit, lizard, coyote,

Crows nesting up in the pines.

I have nothing else to say.