Sally Van Doren - April

I chart the psyche,
observing how I
force myself to speak
to you, imagining that
together we might
transform a life.
Why this need
to document change,
to reverse a mood,
to carry forward the time
when magnolias bloom?
Let's follow the itinerant we
up and over the jonquil's back,
treading on its spilled bullion.

Sally Van Doren

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-81/