each branch swells a tight new tooth /
the whole bush / ABOUT TO BURST
and only a fly hangs around

something that thrives on seeing / taps inside my skull —
Oh baby baby it whispers / screw the lid as tight as you can
I’ll worm through the threads / find a way out of your jar

my lungs exhale my want / why not
one more seeing / what appears
is appearing?

I stop / study the buds’ tiny fists
and SPRING which now is running amuck
rear-ends my concentration / BANG!

everywhere / now / I see
streaks of red in vegetable veins and baby green
I see / there’s no stopping love / there’s no stopping love / gone/ wild

poem and photograph by Jo Mariner