The Spirit of Spring

For a birthday present a while back, Wendy and Elliot Dubin had a calligrapher make up a beautiful framed version of a poem I loved and recited for many years. It’s called Spirit of Spring, and although not one of my own, it is one of my all time favorites.


SPIRIT OF SPRING

I woke up in the morning
One bright and sunny day,
A little bird flew on my sill
And began to sing away.

I waited ‘til he silenced,
Until there was a lull,
I gently closed the window
And crushed his fuckin’ skull
.