Leaving Elated, Let It Last

The calendar might say April,
but winter hasn’t fully released its grip on New York.
I love winter, but I will go in search of spring, 

starting with the annual Orchid Show in the Bronx.

Then I am off to Florida,

and after that it is Los Angeles

for an open-ended stay

with my good friend Marty and his boat. 

There, I will read poetry

in courtyards of theaters,

release the next book like a rehabilitated falcon

which is perfect for Spring, because it is about youth and youngmanhood. 

Maybe, I am accomplishing goals,

maybe I am dying, leaving, longing

but may this elation last 

longer than my eyelashes. 

I can't explain the quench,

but I can tell you, dear ghost reader,

that feeling good is a good feeling,

especially about the future and it's Spring rivers.