too early to
dive, to swim
or for
fishing
too early to
make love
to make a
nest, or for dreaming
some yell at
the lake still frozen
to dive,
swim, or fishing
some,
perhaps, more matured
wait,
patiently, until the wind blows
and the sun
softens to melt
thick ice to
water
that the
fish may come up
to peep, to
celebrate the spring
and
sacrifice their flesh
that you
may eat and drink
to make
love
and
multiply before you leave
henry victor
11.04.2007
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