7-21 Early April

While today we roast in upper 90’s temps, wrote this one years ago.

Early April


My soles pound the cinder path

and batter the metal bridge over the creek.

Wet rust reeks on my palms from a chin-up bar.

Sweat stings my eyes.


Spring bursts into pandemonium of Being:


waves of antennae track pheromone beacons

chloroplasts stream in leafy currents

honeysuckle vapor fogs the path under the canopy

joggers and walkers in iridescent skins orbit the elliptical track


and it ravishes us this morning.