BOTTICELLI'S MOMENT

All right, winter kept us warm

with forgetful snow

but it’s clear now we can’t

forget anything, it’s clear

that forgetfulness is

the wild geese

we remember,

while we wave

and then merge

with this flowering,

memories of the first

sun of ours, where we

have never stopped dancing,

seeing, though

veil after veil,

skin and sky behind..

we can’t be quiet then,

we can’t keep silent

and no layer

is forgetful enough,

earth is our best

transpiring stuff,

our bright, spangled

aftermath,

hear our shuffle,

let our veils brush you

while we stare and soar.