spring – orphan poems

59. The Blooming

Ocotillo bloom in March, sheer

as a scream loosed upon leaving

a falcon mid-stoop, hurtling

toward spinning earth rock.

15. spring wind

every branch is bent low, still

this wind shouts at them, beating

them hard, testing

their willingness to dance on

for days, dance on like

dervishes falling

into the ecstasy of spring.