These delicate buds
of early Spring —

No dream nor waking spirit prevents / my tendency to wander / my tendency to run with pride / my vanity

 i. 

Between the regions of anticipation and participation the heart keeps vigil for what all hearts wait for: 

   justice to take form

Step One:

Sweep compost of your midnights

into flowerbeds.

Spiral paths to the center

to entice the improbable bee.