eyes of spring

day flakes off
and scatters on
gnat wings from
the creek where
masterpiece silence
glows on blades
of heat that has
perched on the
backdoor bobbing
sideways in childish
indecision the planet
is lost in the grass
the eyes of spring
advertising in bonnets
plum blossoms herald
the market is open
dogs sneak away
hunting for tires
in the dirt chipped
mirrors and ash
touching the speed
of rust hearing
the dandelion yip
a day could be
missed a page
in a book a sound
in a crowd
but if today were
my keys and i lost
them i would
search franticly
the eyes of spring
for the trouble
to replace them