The Allegory of Spring
I saw him again.
Spring was upon us,
he turned and spat on the earth:
green, thick saliva,
full of caterpillars and worms
that took the shape
of a leaf’s stem
he sprouted a red cone
he called the butterflies around
he performed the first creation
like a parody
he swallowed the pill of pollen
his dark mind steamed momentarily
yet his threat looked like a movement of air
like a simple dance, repeated
in the ancient
allegory of the seasons.
Manolis Aligizakis 