#1155 - for Chopin's birthday

 

1155

1.iii.23

4.60

for Chopin’s birthday

 

a pinch and a punch

beginning your Spring

so bright misted March is

 

the words lie flat to find

 

run a certain sleep to this

 

less day now

must make the most

 

so upstruck green and whirr

 

come insects

 

as gentle rain if we’re the place below

 

on such a day the kettle calls

this whole valley sings high low

winter still far

 

all petalfall leafly

 

not long till the day of the extra hour

it’s just here cows hop for the harp

a dream beyond all clocks

take it on your toes

 

how every place is blessed to be

and we along

 

wallaby waltzes

each mark to be arbitrary

the grass is almost legal

 

some creatures dark it in a hole

and take their night with them

 

it’s elsewhere and ever the curses rain

I hear them in the thinnest air

I keep them in a box of light

I carry everywhere

 

so over and over we go

much mellow

no finding where anything starts

 

just these instances of mine