A Loose Afternoon
芝加哥/非马
Light-footed
lest I
should startle the squirrel
at the
foot of a tree
nibbling
at a tender piece
of the
early spring sun
Still
there's the warning cry of a bird
Yet what
makes the squirrel climb to the treetop
is
apparently not fear
for in
its rushing path through the branches
green
buds burst out gaily
one
after another
in the
spring breeze
of April |