18 March, 2012


Stravinksky’s rite touches spines
and ear canals, laced with strings.

It describes the sensation we all
begin to feel when the Earth springs.

Flowers fall open, deep and perfumed
like magical, ancient, treasure chests.

Children bounce out, chilly and skinny,
like explorers on the side of a mountain.

Birds build fast, meager and attentive,
like armies of hypnotized carpenters.

The rite carries with it the hum of the Sun,
Showing how we awaken and dust Winter off.

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