spring omnipotent goddess thou dost

inveigle into crossing sidewalks the

unwary june-bug and the frivolous angleworm

thou dost persuade to serenade his

lady the musical tom-cat, thou stuffest

the parks with overgrown pimply

cavaliers and gumchewing giggly

girls and not content

Spring, with this

thou hangest canary-birds in parlor windows

spring slattern of seasons you

have dirty legs and a muddy

petticoat, drowsy is your

mouth your eyes are sticky

with dreams and you have

a sloppy body

from being brought to bed of crocuses

When you sing in your whiskey-voice

the grass

rises on the head of the earth

and all the trees are put on edge

spring,

of the jostle of

thy breasts and the slobber

of your thighs

i am so very

glad that the soul inside me Hollers

for thou comest and your hands

are the snow

and thy fingers are the rain,

and i hear

the screetch of dissonant

flowers, and most of all

i hear your stepping

freakish feet

feet incorrigible

ragging the world,