Death & Spring make good subjects
for poems when Everything else
fails: the moon she is too round
and the sun is hot but far away
and Life is obvious, isn't it,
with his way of always being
around, no matter what,
even when he (or she) gets ugly
-which it does, more or less
half the
Time
it is called statistics and it proves
that what is has happened (and
what is not has not) (or has
it?) but
something tells me Winter
is here for
the Flowers

alone.