poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Double Spring


First spring came out of a green plastic pipe
unevenly releasing a sort of dirty music and melting snow.
It wasn’t something you would want to photograph, but it was captivating
and oddly sexual. Spring is

unevenly releasing a sort of dirty music and melting snow,
an implied volatility in concert
with the oddly sexual. Spring is
when the orchestra played their version of realized volatility

in an implied volatility concert.
Second spring was brown and wet like mud.
When the orchestra played their version of realized volatility
the concert was in the basement and it was a pit.

Second spring was brown and wet like mud.
The crowd was right on top of the band.
The concert was in the basement and it was a pit.
The band loved it. They really went crazy. They lost it.

First spring came out of a green plastic pipe
it wasn’t something you would want to photograph, but it was captivating.

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