The Right Column

Silly Billy's Rant

(as opposed to Poor Richard's
   Almanac?)

pedals in the wind blowing away
across the street, 
across the highway,
rough winds shaking
darling buds of May 
(shakespearing?)

You only get this once a year
when the blosoms 
shatter from the branches
and flutter away in the brisk
and gusting gale-y
fluttery pedals
flowing off towards places
like the sea of wind 
and hope and 
gale-force love.

9 May 2008