Spring (2016)
Our bodies
are vessels of nutrients
for the next generation.
Leaving our minds and souls,
if not spoken or written,
to dissipate as fog
in the summer sun.
Loves
are the colors mixing
to a new palette
and style
for which
the contemporary artist
will record the world.
Dreams are maps
to treasures
or gardens
behind exposed sedimentary walls
not yet found
under the mud
left each Spring.
-Robert L. Jackson III
