Late April's been as cold as early March
but gnats can wait no longer:
spring must be!
They whirl amidst surprising snowflakes;
buzz your nose;
and highlight primal chords
of briefly seething sunlight
across your startled vision.
Gnats are your favorite calendar-savants:
they banish winter where it really matters,
in your timedrenched thoughts.
© Lee Slonimsky, 2023
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