Steam a wetted dream <br />streams and rivers eating seas <br />breeze blowing in and sowing seeds <br />turning ferns and roses idle <br />tidal winds begin to rescind <br />a forceful pull and dull touch, as such <br />those that hum and buzz and sing <br />are free again to speak and meet<br /><br />Jupiter Salt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-waiting-at-the-dock/
