Smell of new cyrten green sapling bark comes on the wind out of the south –
    The dappled moonlit sky recalls muddy pusswillows, swirling streams, and muddy days with wild hair running with dogs thru the dry swamp grass –
    All the old discuss of childhood adolescence [adolescence is written above the ampersand] & youth & are born again to emerge with the {?} of manhood – The longing for idyllic love is abound –
    The earth and sky has that haunting unknown sadness with { ? ? ? ? ? ?}