Wrote it, had it eaten by Microsoft Word. Damn you, taunting paperclip! How you mock me! So here's memory's version . . .
The Year's at the Spring
Flash of white teeth, a dark Face that turns to call - “Spring brings out the best Of us, baby! - words Reassembling in my ears As I pull down the first Skirt of the year - pink plaid Riding up over my knees. Always a little too early, A little too cold: goosebumps Growing like the first green Tips of the daffodils but This afternoon's angle Reminded me that the earth Has flowers and I have legs The sun will soon enough Turn brown so here we are: Girls and leaves and flowers And the first bared skin: ready To start in the limelight, all Pushing to get out on the town.