Thursday, April 28, 2022

Between Depression and Mania

Light the daffodils that strike me teary,

Spring. Get on with it. I resent your joy.

I won’t cupboard my winter clothes. Each spring

dress that dances down the sidewalk destroys


a mind with delight. Every song is wrong.

These fragrant blossoms and reappearing 

birds aren’t evidence of the earth’s rebirth

but worse: they are earth’s forever birthing.


What can you hold when you’re always giving?

You Icarus me each first equinox.

Get on with it. I can’t prevent your joy,

your light. Your endless day is endless night.

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