A gargling of thoughts by the time spring rides around

I can run.
Pull on my Asics again and
tour the neighborhood, run.

Mom said keep pushing one
leg ahead and ahead
Or eat less sugar, less fats

figure what it is
that wrings me out white
knuckled around again
the steering wheel,

Chrysler logo still and will I
sit in silence with it thinking
This the only
Chance? Now it’s
brighter for a foggy day,

Thinking near recognizability:
Muteness of your hands thinking
synaesthetic (Italian) woman?
Blossoms!

Right soft buds poke out
Now. Mutagenesis
Explodes

quietly
from a spring flower.