Spring brims.

dusting off Spring brims fortunate 

braves are often found naked in water 

cloistered as some tuned in early 

to watch the stream taken into the waves.


hand in hand they wore in antique rings 

dealers whisper to the golden bauteax 

Of torching drinks served as icebergs.


I never told you my name or felt like minded 

to enquire of yours on the wallpapered 

heath of seed ignorance.