spring festival
hail clatters
on the stage

spring sun
the whiteness
of my scar

spring thaw
the splinter in my finger
finally comes out

wild geese
nesting in the marsh grass . . .
she takes my hand

honeymoon
we wade into the current
of a great river

by the statue
of the polar explorer
lingering snow

stone fountain
the blind girl drinks
with cupped hands

a sinkhole
where the tree was
spring runoff

butterflies
throughout the meadow–
gypsy music