I’m feeling the Spring seep up into my feet and fill me with that fever. Roused by the thrill of winter passing. 7 years in California in the 70’s, never gave me that hungry feeling for Spring like I feel in the MidWest. Even as a creature of the elements, letting my body feel each season as it comes, there was always a disappointment for me there; An unrequited longing to sync up with the land and the drama held to seasonal expressions. It’s good to be in Michigan.
There is Spring in this poem tho’ it might not be apparent in the words. There is memory, lots of memory.
The Knights ate the sky
Drank of the Moon-shine
with old eyes
calling
Naked youth to
joust the night’s
companion
Press longing
to the chariot
to ride the winds
desire
to feel the flow
to catch the steady
rhythm
Hungry to take
all that rises in
the darkness
yearning
Held to the land
of want and memory
The Champions
ride the night
waiting
YOW!!
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