You Know How It Is

​You know how it is when the rain
Invests the grass, the air,
With a scent that tells you there
Is more than taxes and care,

And those trees with their incipient
Leaves know that their leaves
Are not enough, are just, just--
Beyond a land that grieves,

Everything will return to shine,
The way it was before there was
Before, when everything was soaked
In light and buzzed with the buzz

Of a vibration that palely released
Its energies upon our ears.
It’s still there, along the piers
And sizzling along all our frontiers.