Saturday, April 12, 2014

Voluptuously Shot

You passed a tree today
that had erupted into blasts
of snow-white bloom

so that there wasn’t any room
for anything but it.
You’d peeped into the inner

zone of Spring, where
you were shown how much
catastrophe there is in ecstasy.

You’d been voluptuously
shot. It made you want
to leap around a lot.


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