The Hidden Spring

Nothing more alive
ever swayed the coconut
more like a pendulum
than this blue tit
with its flywheels,
whirring gismos
and whatever makes it tick:
the unseen spring
within each thing
that moves.

Take apart
the nuts and bolts,
it’s gone
as if it was never there
and yet

nothing more alive
has returned
to swing the coconut
that moves the pendulum
that makes the cuckoo call
each Spring.

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