Sashimi

fresh, sashimi flesh

orange roe on the banks

spring flows and new moss

Brook trout

vernal fatale

Breathe your breath of desire on me

and fan the flames of creativity

as the snow melts and the crocus stir

after long and languid sleep.

Let the buds swell

and the sap run

let the freshet flow

under an engorged sun

and give rise to may pool music.

Let me savor scents of awakened must

and feel on my face the moistened dust

as the vernal mother rolls and swells

and takes me deep inside.

Ice out,

the waters rise

ebbing and flowing

to you,

to you.

Flooded out,

the drifts and bergs

must finally

bid

adieu.