andrana

fry and spry, andrana and i
chased andrana across a lawn way
vermilion footfalls on the blue
coltish, skittish, taut in heart.
animals young of the earth at play
all lemons were clear and tart
sky was blue, air very new
i chased andrana's skinny legs and laughing across the day

not all young of the species survive
fortune's rake and constant harrow
one playmate did not stay alive
i saw white and dead
andrana folded in her bed
andrana's glasses on its nose

it would be best to die in spring, i suppose
when thoughts and blood are neap and flood-fresh
some say men are the best part
of an older slower flesh
a beast that broods in fraught snows

i want to write what i have seen
on parchment for on protein scrolls
which ravel when the season tolls
i see andrana laughing on the green

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