No Talent For Certainty

Bring your eyes and cameras:
The flowers are in riot,
Masked out by springtime quiet
And indifferent to blood

A long run on a warm day,
Breeze as light as a sweat drop,
And sound that goes to just... stop
Like a friend you used to call

While reading Santayana
I learned that those who do not
Remember quotes are doomed to
Constantly misapply them

Come quiet on the green rise:
Explorers, lovers, wishers —
All that covers experience
And all that lies underneath

Love, a university:
Learning and getting ahead
In fresh walls and a new bed,
Soon, and empty monument

For hope and love of wisdom,
They travel these yards and halls,
Ever searching in these walls
For what isn’t to be found

Winter smoke becomes Spring haze,
Pollen bearers come in clouds:
All in search of that promise
Real connection can offer

Another day spent looking
For any sort of cover —
A glade, a friend, a lover —
Or some anonymity

 In Spring, the learning stops warm,
 As other concerns have sway
(Such motions will have their day)
 And beaches turn into schools