May apples and halbred-leafed violets |
Now sunlight now small
hovering towers of gnats
newborn and backlit
yoyoing over the path
to awakening woods
where mandrakes unfurl
above yellow violets
blackbirds giving chase
across manure-spread fields
now sunset now absence
Now memory now hope
after all these years
I sent you an email
I wrote and rewrote
for three dismal days
and clicked to the piping
of Hyla in twilight
with low expectation
now morning now raining
now vernal remorse.