MY SPRING THING by Everett Hoagland.

yes, yes
it’s time
to do my spring thing
hanging
around the sweet and the green
flowing
up warm sap
rising
days of
being fresh as April and
common as grass

yes, yes
it’s spring
to do my time slow
as the bulbs burst
from the scrotal earth
while
the gay and golden sun sighs
over the bright dick daffodils’
stiff erections

Yes, yes
it’s my thing to time
my spring
by the frequency of small
patches of black
grass in the splendor
of thighs
without words-
worth…

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