Spring Poem I saw a palm tree stand on its head The roots up to the sky a minute ago A few nimble bodied larks flew away In a rush over there yonder On such a day the anonymous pebbles riverside And the foliage left on the ground in the last fall All relentlessly get agitated; No use hating them You shouldn’t do that, thus you shout Many a time goggle eyed They’re unseemly, still unseemly I may ..