The world makes me sad but I can't Stop feeling ever -  so in love with it And I often Wonder about the tenacity Of the unrequited love story as a spring Time metaphor for insisting on the flowers When the world insists on bitter tubers and Stinking tumorous organs. It is a metaphor For the power of finding sweet things when every Leaf of grass  seems far away,   reaching out As the wind reaches out and as this wide loud Country reaches out, desperate warm Embrace or the faintest glimpse of the sun A sign of goodness that the project of growth And of green. Was and is and will always Be worth it and that the night and the rain Are not as cold as all that and that your arms Will feel like a song as I've always dreamed