after the spring rain
a rain-blasted tin foil skyhangs loosely as vanilla
ice cream clouds, arrive
lumbering like pregnant
elephants through the blue
that seeps up from the cold
horizon, platinum sunlight
begins to blush softly ochre
a rainbow postscript
holds up the arch of the sky
briefly, tender motherly
breezes waft over us
from the south and
shadows shaken off
the bare trees are broken up
on the lemon lime grass
like morse code or braille
for the fingers of the grass.
throw the windows open
scoop up the fly-wing
confetti with a bleach water
rag before fleeing the staleness
of winter indoors - - to the garden
with crocuses and lipstick
tulips kissing the wind's caress.
iris stems hold up valises
of seeds with an invitation
to the air to take her children.
baby rabbits and squirrels
are gray on the lawn near
the woods, curious and energetic
and my cat, shark smooth
and dealing death stalks in slow
motion, head still, eye intent
swimming silently through wet
grass but not fast enough.
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