Prolet
You may well call it Spring
Here in my head though
I can not find
Despite the very love of trying
I assure you
The perfect word
For so much beauty and the
Newness of it blinding.....
You may call it Spring
Here in my heart though
There is a certain freedom
timeless....
Though I would gladly share
and truly so
This place and time
This transient now and here
Which we call Prolet....