Breaking Open the Spring
Those trees straighten up merely for those budding leaves, and they
Point their fingers to the sky. It happens
There are clouds for men to focus on and this makes the blue beyond them
Bluer and higher. Distances are made relative too.
People then begin to believe
Imaginary love will start to bloom in March
As all creatures are crawling out of their caves.
But if I had been melt with the snow patches on the sun-facing riverbank
When the spring was breaking open,
Would the grass-shoots have been black upon worming out of the ground?