• Spring slattern of seasons
    you have soggy legs
    and a muddy petticoat

    is your hair your
    eyes are sticky with
    dream and you have a sloppy body from

    being brought to bed of crocuses
    when you sing in your whisky voice
    the grass rises on the head of the earth
    and all the trees are put on edge

    of the excellent jostle of
    thy hips
    and the superior