serenade
to this march day
of unlikely ardor
burning the senses
brown.
unbuttonings
city-wide.
unloosing all
the summer armies
prematurely;
town-ladies,
open-toed and
hoop-earringed.
hazy sky
smiles benign,
spills time.
blessings on
the taxi drivers,
hungry-eyed, and
meagre busboys
smiling, sweeping
deli doors
of sidewalk dust,
and every shirt-sleeved,
melting executive
watching me
watch myself
in the windows.
(March 4, 1974)
Happy Spring!
Really beautiful. This is the first time I've ever read a poem by you. I especially like the images of street scenes which remind me of New York City.
ReplyDeleteGarce
Thank you, Garce!
ReplyDeleteActually, it was written in Boston, a place where spring is elusive indeed. I am there now and the temperature is in the thirties - but it might well be 50 tomorrow!
Warmly,
Lisabet
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and imagery, as always Lisabet!
ReplyDeleteAh, spring. *achoo*!
Lovely poem, Lisabet.
ReplyDeleteSpring always seems to be the time for poems for some reason :)
Kim Dare.
"Blessings on the taxi drivers..."
ReplyDeleteThat's got to be my favorite line in a power ever! And now I will probably always associate it with Spring.