a reflection at springtime
Brandon Tankersley

what reasons have I to grudge the twilit Muse
images of rain and river moonbeam shielding them from adolescent pain
is it because I find wrinkles so very unsettling
or do the shoe-strings of nature pull us sensitive men
into an ever widening well that is invisible a meter ahead
and does time settle the monkey that is always driving me mad
does the ability to sniff cinnamon steadily increase
and do genitals morph into blue cotton candy
and what is that secret hanging overhead in nectar popping droplets
oozing hallucinogens piped to our fancy
sculpting a soft lipped smile through the day
and would a time warp synthesize these warring factions
or (I suspect) it’s all here now pushing through the earth
sprouting butterflies seasons hence
warming us closer to the dirt