The tree in my window is white now.
Flowers have blossomed, attached to the branches, attached to the tree rooted in the earth.
The crows are mating, chasing each other around. A crow threesome it seems, on the tree in my other window.
An airplane emerges from the clouds, draws a line across the sky, becomes a speck as I distance myself from it. The speck disappears into the
Blue.
And I am still here.
I have seen spring one more time
And I am glad I have eyes
and ears.
And a cigarette in my mouth,
Burning tobacco and paper
Smoke rises and follows the wind.
My hair follows the smoke

My back aches. Jelly becomes hard.
A string tight across my back,
Twang.
Strings return to their original tense form after some wavering.
The earth has returned to spring.
I will return to a stretched out cord
And strum a chord.
Chord of life.
Resounds and becomes a harmony.
I exhale, I inhale, and I think one last time
A man has to do what a man has to do.
No dilly dally.