Sunday, May 20, 2018

busted by random sensation (bad poetry / rough draft)

Like a Carousel in June, spring is bustin’ out all over
daffodils and tulips bloomin’ red and yeller
volunteerin’ pansies offerin’ up orange
along the riverbank, bloodroot and trout lily
nodding white and yellow, spotted green leaves,
(shy violets in the fields)
and everywhere, and everywhere, green green green –
the pastels of new leaves, sunshine and chlorophyll,
fresh oxygen, zero to sixty, blizzard to bloom,
and actually and truly, factually and fancifully
it’s everything from 25 a’frostin’ to 65 a’bloomin’ and some days
zippety-doo-dah straight on past to 83 &/or 4 and a’wiltin’
bam-zoom, zip-zip, up-down, back-forth
the only thing there’s been little of?
Rain.

Rain, rain, come again.

(if only the Rain Man were scheduled to pitch here)

Cacophony. Sleepless nights.
Wooooo-ooo-wooo-ooo.
Honk.
chirr-up chirr-up
peep peep peep peep
we be the peepers
twee-ee-ee! twee-ee-ee!
(and on and on and on and on)
wooooo-ooo-wooo-ooo
Honk.
woo
Honk.
a-rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
woo
chirr-up chirr-up
All night long. A thousand voices. Sunset to dawn.
twee-ee-ee!
(which is barely seven, eight hours long)
and then at noon: silence.
chirr-up chirr-up
woo
and a’rattle of cranes
peeppeeppeep

Turkey by the river waits for quiet moment.
gobblegobblegobble
Like an underwater scream? surfacing, breaking.
Josie – red lights flashing – HIGH ALERT –
bounce-bounce-leap-leap cross the yard to the head of the trail
Stop. Straight-legged and fierce throwing back his head
brow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow
(pause)
gobblegobblegobble
brow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow
gobblegobblegobble
brow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow-rwow

Am I in church? Every once in a while I break into song,
join the throng.

Spring is bustin’ out all over …

But one tick and one tick only: May 5
One turtle and one turtle only: May 4
But turtle tracks like country lanes
through the sand
along the river
reminds me of a platypus swimming
circling now back to third grade
and i don’t know why and i don’t know
what it is about a platypus swimming

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Robins!
the noisiest bird of all
the singingest bird of all
ruddy red breast a’puffin’ operatic

Worm!

i sit on a step in summery heat
a’dreamin’ away and HUMMIE!
darts out from a favorite tree (barely a’leaf)
a’hummin’ and a’hoverin’, pointing, staring,
undeniably indicating
the exact spot where year after year
his feeder hangs and HELLO it is NOT THERE –
I leap from my reverie –
dash inside (josie a’heel) –
sugar! feeder! hot water!
within minutes the feeder hangs
appropriately
and Sir Hummie is a’sippin’, a’sittin’, a’lookin’ ’round,
ah, I have returned.
May 18: Hummie arrives.
True traveler.
With whom did he spend his winter?

and apostrophes they be bustin’ out all over …
save us

Gauzy parties of caterpillars.
Dandelions and the first whiff of freshly mowed grass.
Wild turkeys trooping by, skirting the yard,
and serviceberries a’bloomin’, even the one in the garden
that I have been seeing
just in my mind
a handful of years.