American Spring

After “Spring and All” by William Carlos Williams

April, and the folks
of this patchwork land
primp and preen —

coasting on the still-slippery 
swerve of road through low-hanging
trees in the high East

to the imperial
green grass courts of Key Biscayne,
where they drink

their coffee thick and 
sweet. Out West, in some
cindered truck stop,

they smoke to it, like
bathing in tinder and ash,
and on the Grand Concourse

men drink and babies
suck on helado, coconut,
from some street stand.

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