Treasure Island

Morgan Michaels


Wiedergekommen


Spring has come again. To say it's all changed
is scarcely an understatement.
Not because the sky is swamped with new blue.
Not because those usual markers, the red and yellow flowers,
throng the avenue. So, so it is. So they do.

But you know, my screen door rides a zinc track
like a train its rail- numbingly cold to step on barefoot
in winter, it zings up your tracts and boggles your tonsils,
if, that is, after winter-so-long you still feel anything at all.
Yet, in Spring, a pleasure it is, inviting the heel to stay.

And today the runner's warm. About the door buzz
the newly-awakened, redoubtable Harlem flies. Prettily
slips the screen. Tread the runner today
and your foot'll feel a trove of warmth
stored up from the sun. You will say 'ah' or 'more.'

It's for that reason but not that only I declare
Spring again come: metals, scalding in summer, frigid in winter,
are bearable now. Sure, there's the sky, the wild bloominess of things;
but not to forget that door, its track,
adding felt welcome. Other than what we see.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013
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