(...brand new, came to me a few days ago - spring is pretty & glorious but LAWD! Pollen-itches-allergies . . .]
millions of things bloom
billions of life forms return
singing green, green, green
millions of microscopic
in each pollen
grain stuck to
my skin shouting
Now, I know you remember so and so
meaning somebody who rode through town once, ten
years ago or who lived and died before your birth. They
expect you to remember, to know, just like your mind is
their mind and if you don't, they might take it personal.
Get so mad at you, they can't get on with the story.
Not like Fannie Mae. She will get all into a story and
catch herself: "But that was before you
were born." Great Aunt Fannie Mae will pause, grin for emphasis
and say, "And I just wish you
coulda seen it!
When i get through
when i am done
won't be no wishing
you could see.
You gone see.