Common or Garden Poets – Post #1 – Kit Kelen inviting Jean Kent

secret no one can keep

 

for Jean Kent

 

 

and now everyone knows

 

it’s the longer light

the mud to life

(a theory once)

 

how dare

and flirt

 

first thing from the veranda

an orchestra tuning

instruments of bright

 

nor anything regular intended

feathers carry word (which isn’t)

 

insects cone up, gyre like motes

 

can’t help the odd paint splash now

flowers all put on a show

 

a riddle in the turning

how we could come to here

 

woody thickets of delve

where nectar

 

parrots in mandarin

brazen sneak

 

glimpse them wing it too

a rite?

 

commence thirst

 

near the zenith

throw cloud by shade

we seek 

and shield the eyes from glare

 

later in the day

burn off last winter piles

 

a season as ever

never before!

 

limber and spit

get your hands on it

 

try a little nakedness now

dance breeze

 

dusk dew welcome

 

it is a week premature perhaps

sprightly and soon sprawl

 

the secret is out

now it’s Spring!


kk

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