shoulder swallows and grinning for spring
i think,
they would come back just to meet you
come back to meet you
right where you are
and wherever they've been
i think,
you bring joy to a city
by all who dance and soar beyond
any finial facade or auto-bound scape
i think,
you make any fishing pole a branch
any road a meadow
by perspective
your chosen horizon
transparent palette
by angle or sympathy -
it's your kindness,
kindness,
breathe life back from winter