In the spring’s morning mist

A lovely woman dances along

A clearing among a birch tree

Grouping

Near a gentle waterfall.

The poet denuded by her erotic

Presence

Stops gape-mouthed at her

Seductive moves…

Satie’s music comes to mind.

A shortened video sketch

Emerges at last

From common endeavours

Of artist and writer:

In the times of a renewed spring

Marred by a virus-pandemic’s

Negativism clouding brains

Shrunk to a size of koala bears’

No. Think. Look around. Find

The truth. Rebel. Break thru’

The loud-soaked wall.

Don’t be fooled.

Stem against the poison flood.

Flush out your congested

Water taps

Clean the cobwebs on your

Mind’s monitors.

SPRING.GNIRPS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.