Spring Strains + 

In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds + 

crowded erect with desire against + 

the sky⁠— + 

tense blue-grey twigs + 

slenderly anchoring them down, drawing + 

them in⁠— + 

two blue-grey birds chasing + 

a third struggle in circles, angles, + 

swift convergings to a point that bursts + 

instantly! + 

Vibrant bowing limbs + 

pull downward, sucking in the sky + 

that bulges from behind, plastering itself + 

against them in packed rifts, rock blue + 

and dirty orange! + 

But⁠— + 

(Hold hard, rigid jointed trees!) + 

the blinding and red-edged sun-blur⁠— + 

creeping energy, concentrated + 

counterforce⁠—welds sky, buds, trees, + 

rivets them in one puckering hold! + 

Sticks through! Pulls the whole + 

counter-pulling mass upward, to the right, + 

locks even the opaque, not yet defined + 

ground in a terrific drag that is + 

loosening the very tap-roots! + 

On a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey buds + 

two blue-grey birds, chasing a third, + 

at full cry! Now they are + 

flung outward and up⁠—disappearing suddenly! + 