Spring it could be

Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
ISSUE 2006-1
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Spring It Could Be and the flower myth begins again with a seed      deep sun shines       enough       rain the hovering idea of the flower is ready and some passersby might sense bird plummeting to find       perhaps to pollinate even inside a seedling’s first two leaves, the cells increase part by perfect part: the blossoms the fruit                and final dust all contained within the       FLOWER                                                         and here we are caught sideways at the very center of this vernal proliferation; suddenly it’s everywhere among the leaves It never stops   we think                               and we want more                you know you want more of its                               seduction - ah, the tantalizing eyes                and the old-fashioned veneer of the sound                               of that word its mouth     oh     (OH)                *             *             * opening      hungry      and your nose already deep in petals      your eyes close and you become the mystical pursuer of the flower myth      a creator of chaos jotting down symbols, religious and profane as you make forbidden entry                                         into flower-cosmos we covet that perfect order the unresisting course and we are never (completely) exhausted