When The Remains Are Still

In a single step bound

        To April

  When the remains are still

         A shallow breeze

                    Lifts the cuckoo


                                  To settle almost now on summer.

As cups full with fresh flavour

                                                Have a sound unmistakable,

         Each step is madder now.


The first girl I saw I gave a kiss to.   Cuckoo.

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