Ode to Spring

Guess What

When I walked out today

I saw a man pursuing the horizon. . . .

Whoops- is there nothing new under the sun?

When I set out today

on my forty-five minute minimum

radical-free vigorous stroll of an arm swinging

deep breathing (and soooo anti-oxidant)

run-on sentence of a walk with no punctuation

you know heaven in a wildflower eternity in a hour

sort of thing

I saw a man absorbed

in eating berries off the branches thin

of an edenic manna-bursting life tree

leaning sideways on the city sidewalk 

all straw hat and eyeglasses, steel-rimmed fox in grapes

just like that other duo Woody Allen & Huckleberry Finn

rolled into one

Gosh. Hadn’t he heard?

Acid rain, pigeon shit, crazed dictators

and other sundry toxins not so fun?

Guess not.