spring: a poem in four quartos

from: a collection of poems
by e. p. q. Kessler

Part Ⅱ

so you were on a promenade

on the path

and you encountered a tree

and you asked it

"why are your branches so tall"

and it said

"such that my fruits may not be reached by the lesser peoples"

and you said

"but who are the greater peoples"

and it said

"the squirrels"

Part Ⅰ

I walked along the pavement

it felt cool and hard

and i stumbled and fell

and as I arose I sau a grant tree

and I said to it

"whey are your brances so tall"

and it saide

"because so my furet can be teller and the best

people can reach it"

"ghey"

"but who are the best people"

"the squirrels"