They go, the early flags, the gory maples—
So too the daffodils & Lenten roses.
Other petals swirl and nights warm.
Buds thicken and cast shadows:
In a thunderstorm
I almost forget the ice that was.
Narcissi suckle watery paths;
Meadows heap up emerald masses.
How green and I want to delight
Except this undertow—it pulls so fast
Passing before I recognise it—
Like souls in Dante who can’t see the present,
White lilacs curdle in pre-summer heat.
The parade I barely noticed was beginning
Is already halfway down the street.