I want to walk into springtime
but honestly
not through a poem or thought or fantasy
but actually
I want to sit down with love in a row boat
drifting downstream
with beauty
staring at me
through the flickered lights
from the shady trees
and then
with such a look
of darkened
and lighted promise
in he eyes
I will eat the sun
I will eat the sky
and wrap the fragrant
spring smells around me
and cry out to the heavens
with a
thanks