Seduced—and even a little
blinded
by a cloud-
shy
but diamond
white
advertisement for sunlight—I am suddenly
thoroughly confused—as to
which one
I'm even
out here in April's
bristling open-air
theater watching for—
that lusty full-
color motion picture
of bees
buzzing and sweet pink
wind stirring up wide-
smiling marzipan tulips set to music?—Or those
considerably under-
exposed—but even
more tantalizing
trailers of quiet
slender—and ever-
present
tense moments just before?
