I pledge allegiance to the crocuses
of the United States of America
and to the Republic of Green Grass
on which I stand, barefoot,
toes wriggling in the dampness where
just moments ago,
worms coupled and doubled themselves.
One nation of friends seated at a table
beneath a blooming tulip tree,
indivisible and radiant in spring's
with liberty and herbal tea; scones
-both blueberry and strawberry-
and Justice, Jude, Janice, Rhonda,
Herta, Sue Ellen, and Edwina.
Such an ensemble would make Justice grin
from sea to shining sea.
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Republic of Sun by Melanie Greenhouse
I learned to dye these eggs with onion skins from a singer Reet Hendrikson from Estonia.