Newer Spring Warmth

Its pinnacle blue around the eyeball of the sky

high above the mantis ground,

spring’s rustling in the breeze of my empty-handed life,

demanding movement in the trees around

yet I’m not standing.

Sunshine’s radiance is lazing these warm days

as the acid melts on my tongue,

and is pelting round and around my brain set ablaze

amidst the warmth and flame of the sun

and morning mist taming.

Shading trees along the college grass

cut with dorms dressing the curb,

it’s reverberating the headphones’ song and trying to last

the summertime long with the heat of the dirt

and cool winds beating.

Dew is dying on the rising of the morn and

tying up the clear day air where

Amherst’s students lie about the campus lawn

rolling the sun up with blunts down there

smoking up the ground.

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--Porter Daryl's Poems