Will Make Art for Food Commentary on an Early Spring by Rachael Ikins

Sun lifts her skirts come morning after an endless night.
Before evening she changes to lavender and shades of deeper meaning, purple twilight, the night jars chuckle a tweedly song across the road, above a patch of woodland. Hangs on against the bulldozers. Hummingbirds shoot straight up like rockets, fall, cirle, cycling male to female “aint love grand” nest not larger than a teaspoon and spring has come early, the forsythias write of it in a quaver of golden letters


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