spring purge

You drag

empty boxes

from a well-buried cellar

thump them one by one

up the dusty steps

gently

and methodically

slice through duct tape

with your silent box-cutter

fill each virginal square

with a kaleidoscope

of Shakespeare

Sibelius and light

render me gapeseed

excited like taking

a lot of vitamin pills

or drinking

too much coffee

butterflies

under my skin

spring on my forehead

like a high fever

Tess Kincaid

April 2011

Spring usually hits the Midwest like a hot Mack truck, but this year, I've quite enjoyed the gentle, luscious, foggy-soggy-wet-of-a spring.  I spontaneously bought a toy kaleidoscope last week, just like the one I had as a little girl. Spring fever. It must be.

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.  William Shakespeare