by matthew scott harris
(schwenksville, pennsylvania)
prior to this day March 13th, (Friday) 2018, 
 the local climate (here in Schwenksville, 
 Pennsylvania) did accord
with weather more aligned 
more apropos with late winter so summery spike 
 of Mercury thermometers 
 for those of you old enough to remember 
 (Careful NOT to chomp 
 on fragile slender tubular glass), 
 whence silvery liquid metal would poison...
 like sting of a scorpion, anyway
 (regional forecast by meteorologists)
 attested by the outsize 
 outside electronic bulletin board
(situated on the property 
 of Perkiomen Valley High School)
 
 where space doth a ford
to envision a spectacular sight, this gourd
jess scenic tract, nonetheless registered 
 over eighty degrees, and hoard
of wives, sans special treasure re: bond 
 courtesy viz Mother Nature Spring time bounty 
 on the verge to yield ample harvest 
 to fill cornucopia horn of plenty
 Omaha lore dee Lord
ah...the picturesque setting found me eyes moored 
thus temptation pitched perfect game of LIFE 
 where fauna and flora sub woofing audio-
 logically roared, and this Homo Sapien 
felt his psyche scored
with the golden radiant sear ching,
 transcendent, transparent transient rods, 
 whereat thy face turned toward
cerulean vault - a cathartic, electric, 
 and fantastic panacea to ward
off lingering late winter moody blues 
 as many a lan yard
flush with excited children of a lesser god.
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