Push Out the Last Blooms

Balance comes only
As continuous
Recapture and loss
And recapture and
Loss of balances.

Maths of infinite
Categories work
To eschew parallel
Bars of stasis, work
On staggering towers

Of equivalence
Instead. On the first
Day of spring, sunrise
And sunset have stretched
The hours already

Past equal dozen,
Already more sun
Than night at each end,
And the fruit trees’ bright
Green scrolls already