True Dicots

Green eyes and the gray spring:
Rain grows
Pain slows
And the telephone aperture
Is only as wide as the hand

Detail is spinning 
While wide forests 
Land deeper
And mushrooms bloom
To indite the centripetal sun

Searchers eureka
At new sprigs
Forgetful that ancient
And all-rotation
Is the up and the yellow and bees

In is a close cousin
Of out of winter
Prepositional and purple tulips
And wild lawns
Where nature and culture are one