Just Now

I'm in love

the sky is gray and cluttered

plump lazy rollers

void of direction

exhaling

like a fat man

climbing stairs

all coming together

declaring

to the first warm wind of spring

autumn, too,

knows a little magic

and now, just now

I'm under her spell

so glad to yet, once more,

be touched

the geese beat quickly

the snorting buck ruts

the sweater

is excavated

I'm in love

with you

that understands

and knows

that just now,

this is poem enough