Dont hurry spring

the wind still trembles

in the empty trees

ant dead geraniums stand still

in spanish harlem window  boxes.

Another week perhaps

when skaters leave the pond.

Now for a while longer

we can have the park to ourselves.

I need a while more with you just now,

there are  some things

I dont yet know.

Do you like the color blue

do i worry you when i frown

where were you

when i was growing up and needed somebody?