Anew

to the amber stones nested upon swordlike collarbones

and the collegial appeal of idiotic hats

to the vast playground of a solitude bargained for

and the brevity of farmhouse asparagus (ii?),

may this last for as short as May contains

in posthumous hay fever and bellicose grace

may the spell of sulphur hover stilll thereon

in a kind bouquet of love and nuclear predispositions