Ack! I didn't write a poem yesterday! I fell asleep on the futon last night watching "Sherlock Holmes" with a belly full of wild mushroom enchiladas and tres leches from Limones (hurray for tax refunds!). So, I owe two now. Guess I'd better get cracking.
The asparagus
crowns, long and wild like witch hair,
green magic inside.
Okay. There's one. Now, there's this other I wrote in my head and forgot. Let's see if I can find it...
When the rain started
after lunch, the whole world
inside this house
went to sleep
like nursing babies
in the hypnotic blue.
But the world outside
our walls split open
with a rush of color:
lime, young melon, jade,
seawater, spearmint, emerald,
the brilliance of moss.
April is a drug
that both heals us
and makes us high.
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