Spring Purge
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
William Shakespeare
You drag
empty boxes
from a well-buried cellar
thump them one by one
up the dusty steps
gently
and methodically
slice through duct tape
with your silent box-cutter
fill each virginal square
with a kaleidoscope
of Shakespeare
Sibelius and light
render me gapeseed
excited like taking
a lot of vitamin pills
or drinking
too much coffee
butterflies
under my skin
spring on my forehead
like a high fever
Tess Kincaid
April 2011
***Spring usually hits the Midwest like a hot Mack truck, but this year, I've quite enjoyed the gentle, luscious, foggy-soggy-wet-of-a spring. I spontaneously bought a toy kaleidoscope last week, just like the one I had as a little girl. Spring fever. It must be.
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