Well it is Easter...And I am remembering what Conrad Wainright The Drunken Poet Laureate of Beauville said about spring.
PERSEPHONE COME BACK TO ME
RETURN FROM HADES
WITH ALACRITY
BRING THE BUDS AND BLOOMS
OF SPRING, MAKE THE LITTLE
BIRDIES SING
MAKE THE ICE LEAVE THE WATERS
BRING OUT YOUR UNCLOTHED
SUNLIT DAUGHTERS
PLACE THEM BIKINIED
ON THE BEACH
CLOSE ENOUGH FOR ME
TO REACH.
TO TOUCH AND OOGLE
AND TO SWIVE
TO PROVE TO ME
THAT I’M ALIVE.
See A Builder's Tale, by me, J. Matson Heininger. and finished soon. First 40 chapters now available on substack… A Builder's Tale