Spring Fever

Wisdom and shark tanks

ate up

the twirling smoke

above my head,

as I stared at the

fateful ceiling,

reincarnating

apothecaries and

metaphysics,

colors pining

for the nighttime

when toads

croak their songs

in the summer,

heat smolders

you like a

chorus of

fireflies burning,
and you drink it all in.