April, National Poetry Month: A Celebration of April 1st

poetry, writing

When in April the sleeping rumble stalls,

and the vines twist lurching fingers at the moon,

the exhaust gasps a throaty gurgle,

something like the answer an annoyed child would give,

with this – a sudden expectation to throw words,

when tight, cold lips are unable to create a song.

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