A Cyberpoem for Spring

Citrus Fruit in Cyber-Spring

"Not just the grace of fingered feel and touch, but the hint of summer breathed upon a hive buzzing with shared secrets of the sweet; dark honey flows from within hummed travesties of spring time over winter. The rind upon the fruit a kind of hide and suite of pealing declaration: skinning the disguise of seasons, thickened over seeding discontents; cycles timed and hunted, braced, tracked and traced with gently minded claw to tear to near and nervous electronic leap. Earthing dance for electricity."