It's spring
and already poems
are flitting around me
in such numbers I
need a butterfly net
to capture even some
of them. Multiple oranges
and greens and blues
and blindingly bright
yellows hum their lively
wings. One alights
on my hand. It levitates
and heads west
before I can properly greet
it. But no matter.
My eyes are wide open.
My inner net is poised.
I'm ready.
and already poems
are flitting around me
in such numbers I
need a butterfly net
to capture even some
of them. Multiple oranges
and greens and blues
and blindingly bright
yellows hum their lively
wings. One alights
on my hand. It levitates
and heads west
before I can properly greet
it. But no matter.
My eyes are wide open.
My inner net is poised.
I'm ready.
"Too good to savor alone, must be shared." Can't wait to send it to my friends and students. I'll credit you, but I'll also brag that I'm on a first-name basis with this awesome poet. Thank you.
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