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Spring

Lui Collins

Spring has gotten into the creek
It runs higher today even
than twenty-four hours ago
Tumbling noisily
over rock
in the old mill falls
downhill
downhill
rushing madly
as if it might never reach its destination
Tumbling
tumbling
ever downhill

Oh Creek
what is your hurry?
And where do you go
that you rush so?
Downhill
downhill
ever downhill

Oh, nevermind, Creek
tumble on
for spring has gotten into
the melting snow
and into the air
And spring has somehow even
gotten into my step
And I can do nothing today
but grin.

Ashfield, MA
March 16, 2000

©2001 Lui Collins