Oh God, this is it, this is spring,
here it is!
all the light runs parallel to the ground.
Ice is gone, hallelujah, broken glass!
here are trilliums, and rabbits,
this fucking light
is so brilliant.

All winter we slept in caves and frozen ditches,
shut our eyes against everything.
Now the peonies are sprouting,
pulling through the earth,
painfully,
we are forgiven.
we wake up with our shoes on,
ready for the road.

Paradelle for the Prairie

Branches turning green this rainy spring,
Branches turning green this rainy spring.
Grass, seeds, birds like kites overhead,
Grass, seeds, birds like kites overhead.
Overhead branches, rainy green grass kites
this turning spring. Birds like seeds.

A town without walls hearing wind calling,
A town without walls hearing wind calling.
Writing sidewalks with midnight footsteps,
Writing sidewalks with midnight footsteps.
A midnight wind with writing, calling without hearing.
Footsteps, walls, sidewalks: a town.

This is all green, all dark and new,
This is all green, all dark and new.
Floods of starry flowers down the plains,
Floods of starry flowers down the plains.
Dark down plains, all starry floods of green
and the flowers, this is all new.

This, a wind, floods spring with green green seeds.
New-hearing birds calling starry footsteps down
grass plains without sidewalks.
Kites writing overhead, and walls of the town
like rainy branches turning dark.
This midnight is all all flowers.