April Folly
If, as a Persian sage once said,
in every man is an owl, a goose,
a parrot, lion, a hyena,
each one at times predominating -
the frozen rivers, mountain streams
risen from their winter dreams,
something surfaces in me, too:
no use to try to keep some trace
of an owlish sober-sided face,
wherever I go, I can't help knowing
the silly goose in me is showing.