NOW AND AT THE HOUR

The little belly

ache of April

sun is

the only reality 

show

on earth today—

it's great

reveal, more a gradual

unlearning.
Like another famous 

young mother
of desire, slow

but tender,

careful but

fierce-

ly, its mission is

to loom

and coax,

to wax

and wait, while its

target demo-

graphic below,

slowly reconceives

its own

daffiness—

for joy. But for now,

the people are all still 

too white 

with it—too deliberate.

Or else,

too green. For instance,

some of them will try

to tape this 

for later.

And though they

are moved,

nobody thinks—to bow
or to duck.