A Fool For Spring
Do be on the lookout,
A woman stumbling,
Bumbling like a bee full of nectar,
Her eyes glazed, dazed,
Her fragrance-crazed face emerging
From a neighbor's lilac bush,
Drool from her contorted lips
Falling over hidden blooms of grape hyacinths,
Yellow daffodils;
Who, along the road, is known
for uncontrollable gasps and outbursts,
“Look! A redbud!!”
Ampoule, April TwentyFirst, TwoThousandTwelve