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·there js~a',dance that !\

smiles tJehindyollrskin

," ,,cour.tney christ~, logsdon'

There is a dance that'smiles behind' your skin

singing against the arid r-ash of clover ;

April showers, pretending to be replenishing saviors

instead of' t.he'Lr miscreant meddLesorne selves, are spread-

washing .across the lanGscape. Goat and sheep

alike a re drowned in Heaven's thunder. Opaque air-breath

cloaks,that even the angels' gaze cannot pierce, sun-ray

spears ~,

cannot penetrate. are hanging in the close·t '& t

idly with the dead bones-winter twigs run hollow, .i

and the river's gone torpid again leaving us

quenched only in our s~a-dreams depths. Your kisses

come softly, strangely, lightly ,if they even

come at all and your words are a ca r ef uL cover for

your own impending death. It seems there's an

iron cage holding truth away from your ·.tongue and

s6 it babbles n~nsense Never-l~nd ~airytale lip~.

Se duLous' hands have I, t'OI say the leas t, tugging

relentlessly at your melting face--SAY SOMETHINTGRUE.,

Spring has of f'er-ed no respite ,for all her mellifluous'
posturing, posing as amelioration. the gods would envy
yet falling flat on her. face, dragged through the mud "
.and th~ tulips wili'never come clean now, and
the ros~s' have aLl. gone sour Ln the muck jo f faL,e joy.
Hear the voices: "Have you' ever seen such,
sunny daffodils? such dear crocus smiles?" I am Ipst
in i'ris contE)mplati9n(your eyes have gone jet) and
bleeding 'heart drapes (my heart is weighing low, now).
SAYSOMETHINRGEALO. bsequious, I name thee, Sunshine ,-
.blue skies green willow M'ay-time, .ingratiating
.' flash'y grins to cover what is real:. Winter 'grips
, my'heart beyond your.·skill to cure, April-joy, and'
you'll find no appreciation for your prete~se her~.

The· trees 'are 'still dust.ed blank when one your
looks through mY'glasses (which you've not done in .
awhiLe , love) but of ·courseyou've let your. feet
go' verbose 'again so I 'see you only infrequently,
sporadic spots of ' you thrown on my sleeves.
You're a regular runaway prodigal and I, .was
lured in·by your turgid charms--you have always
been a maze, a riddle-puzzle and I thrive on uncovering

.JJ