March

Sky a shook poncho. Roof   wrung. Mind a luna moth Caught in a banjo. This weather’s witty Peek-a-boo. A study in Insincerity. Blues! Blooms! The yodel Of   the chimney in night wind. That flat daffodil. With absurd hauteur New tulips dab their shadows In water-mutter. Boys are such oxen. Girls! — sepal-shudder, shadow- Waver. Equinox. Plums on the Quad did Blossom all at once, taking Down the power grid.