spring_idle_spring cr0wl he often gazes up at the sky like a bird who has arrived too early from the south, as if the spring party he has been eloquently invited to isn't starting for hours even though he followed the specific details of the invitation. and so he watches clouds gather like sibling rivalry, bumping, bruising fighting, shedding frustrated tears. winter, the older brother is no longer welcome in this house of the world, but he stays anyway because he can. if the wind is his sister, then she is pulling hair and calling names, the punk. spring is the most important of the seasons, john ashbery said. it's here even when it's not here. all the other seasons are an excuse for it. spring, idle spring. you poor excuse for summer. did they tell you where they mislaid you? 090422 what's it to you? who go blather from