Prima Vera
Bit of a slut Spring
fag ash catkins hanging down
slatterns mud everywhere in her unswept house
buds hanging over fences , curlers
about to bloom promiscuously
low cut colour and the plump sweetness of babies
gambolling bosoms fountaining milk
lush greens on the lash sprawling
she might lumber out unsteady hungover
to hang blousy apple blossom on the line
