Spring fever

Riptide currents race through green
fields revealing their true colours,
wrecking sirens’ songs, drowning
desire with their own unfettered appetites;

they stain the earth with lively riot,
catching into their whirling dance
flotsam and jetsam, driftwood that passes
this way, these days, for human wisdom.

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