Voluptuous April!
Riots of flowers, lilacs super blooming in the compound
Persian yellow roses arching into wild mustard pastels
There by the windrows of leaves and dirt berms,
Under the cedars I startled them,
My first young lovers
As the dog was catching up to me
Along the red path in the Wen Yu River Park
The same bird I never see
Chirping away steadily
As she pulled at her white blouse
Lifted up halfway
Brushing pine needles from her back
The young man parting his hair, ready to chase her to the ends of the earth
Anywhere to finish what they had started
A raptor crying out somewhere between the golf course and the graves
Frogs croaking, “Orgy orgy orgy!”
An old spring that hasn't flowed in years, spilling into the creek
Peaches open house for the rare bees, impatient
Leaning against the wall like girls at the prom
Waiting for a boy brave enough to dance with them
Petals melting on the moist clay,
Her kiss exploding on his face
With enough power to change the rivers direction
He was not expecting her lips to be such a miracle in this wasteland
Floating his entire life until then, now standing firmly in her garden,
Breathing clean air, a bee like a silver astronaut returning home to the flowers of earth,
Somehow in the deafening roar of the mega-city,
A joy and promise for the world.