Vincent Katz

​Spring
 
I can see what was seen as professionalism
Is pure emotion
 
And there, where we see it, is where
We have been left, to see
 
How much is available, once
Once has been identified, later
 
The margins seem to contain all
That is considered of a piece,
 
One left that place, but one has
Returned, trees in leaf again above
 
Those paths, standards upheld
At risk once again enabled