Dragonflies skim glowing ponds slowly greening.
All's a-simmer in the sod,
seeds soaked beyond the succulence of love
and then the thawing of motion
all leading to Fragonard's fragrant world.
What knickers what knockers,
a maiden with a tiara of tulips on a swing
and peeping putti in the weeds
while the wind abounds with love songs,
singing of drum majorettes,
of lust's bejeweled slippers.
O bring on green swag to frame the moon,
luxurious bling to light this electric circus
on a night with a sweet tooth for May's candy
as the earth yields little green mouths,
toothless, longing for love and shouting:
Hosannna
Hello to spring
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Les Hasards Heureux de l'Escarpolette by Jean Honoré Fragonard, 1767-69 |
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