With one brushstroke, it becomes spring.
in a wooden bowl.
Some tulips, a limp sturgeon, a goblet of wine.
Roman bricks in the foundation of a church.
One leather glove still looking for a hand.
A surprise, that being born we forget
almost everything needed to survive.
Security guards wait at the green gate
not knowing that sunlight over the wall
ignites their haloes of cigarette smoke.