Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Grain of Salt Sutra

Oh sure,
those cotton 
clouds look
backlit by 
attentive light

Oh sure,
that bird-
song scans 
veining through
the thawed-
out woods

Oh sure,
that same
girl spells
with her 
lipstick on--

But thus I've heard:
that winter doesn't really 
turn to spring

any more than empty 
words on spring stand-in 
for things.