News Of The Gold World Of May

News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan:
“Wooden shoes will clatter again
on freshly scrubbed streets “

The tulip will arise and reign again from awnings and
windows
of all colors and forms
its vine, verve and valentine curves

upon the city streets, the public grounds
and private lawns
(wherever it is conceivable
that a bulb might take root
and the two lips, softly curved, come up
possessed by the skilled love and will of a ballerina.)

The citizens will dance in folk dances.
They will thump, they will pump,
thudding and shoving
elbow and thigh,
bumping and laughing, like barrels and bells.

Vast fields of tulips in full bloom,
the reproduction of a miniature Dutch village,
part of a gigantic flower show.

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