The birds are here (the birds are here!) on the melting ice standing
around like lawyers in orange vests with their chest puffed
(power projection) chattering with loud overlap-
ping voice or shuddering into the sky like dark spots
in my vision shepherded by the direction of the eye’s tracking
till now they become distant specks of sailboats in the sky
warmed by sunlight that has lost the too-bright quality of
snow as it melts into dark rivers on asphalt guiding the way
of my gaze up the buildings (shadows of branches crawling
their way) towards scaling the red-bricked wall in the length-
ening of days
Oh how I taste the poems of spring sung before me as I walk on
Into the spring light.
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