IN MAY

Stone faces facing off
Lot to lot
in the hood; newly veiled now.
All peridot
and jade; brocade
of bursting buds, of stems,
pistil-whipped behind the fences
It's May again.

Ghost-stuffed birthday-time full of
Cherried promises: of apple pear blossomings;
Convocations,declarations,motivations,annunciations, matriculations, altercations.
Weary vets,
Their salutations
Ringing home, remembering  remembering  remembering
The Dead.

In May
The trees lean back; their supple legs throbbing;
Green barked and full
of buds and sap;
Laced
with jade; or leaf-veined emerald;
Shading, equally
Picnic and tomb;
roofs of wood
of petal
of moss;
They come  back
In May.

karen marie christa minns 2013