Original Spring Poem
By sean mcnulty
You wake like the first wind blowing
Your hat off – an awkward embarrassment of time
Or like the original spring poem
In which flowers laugh and levitate
In every line.
We can meditate on the chronology of this
All night long on the train---but out the window
The yellowest mountain of all
Is darkening in a careless moonlight.
Go back to sleep, I tell you.
Tomorrow we’ll keep our hats off
In the wind---but let our bodies elevate
And flap like clumsy birds, laughing
To the end.