Borne again

a white dress blues in the spring weather
and the beach carries your hair like fingers
traveling the depths of your spine the
egged up faces of children smile back
the season of delights will begin with
the right semen delight and crossed hearts
blinded for a while to take a path that
starts now but extends to oldness and past it
there are certain to be better candidates
walking is good for me, it takes my mind
off the stormy seas the weather that took my neighbour
the weather that saw me fall off a rainbow.