• “Brevity is not required”
    Outside in the spring a smell of
    Upsie-Dasies which are
    Growing, Sprouting, right now
    And birds have their own
    Nice little smell – a little musty,
    Vine-like, for their food
    Is vine-dwelling
    Life has been eaten by them a
    Lot – all those bugs
    Immersed in the bird’s stomach.
    All part of its smell.

    Rapturous sounds are
    Ever-present, the crickets
    Dancing their song.

    But so much more,
    Like the rustling of grass
    Under new pink sandals
    Expect some dew on you.

    Beauty lives in a
    Live, blue sky
    Upstairs of the world
    Epic bird calls

    While I smell,
    He sees
    I taste the grass,
    The other feels it
    Ever we walk in

    Spring, forever.
    U are badly spelled, but
    My, so well smelled,
    Mister person I don’t know,
    End over there on the
    Rocks.