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The dread
of March's Ides
slides into April Fools'
and a four week stretch ending
with tax dead-
line day,
what's not to love
about National Poetry Month
an anual celebration
spanning life's absurdity
and certainty.
I think it was Camus
who said
I'd kill myself
if it made any more sense
than living (I paraphrase)
and anyway
it's spring
and sure as rain
flowers will bloom
and maybe, just maybe
last year I was poor
enough to earn a refund
which would bring
a wry smile.
1 comment:
You laugh ... but wasn't it a NPM event that introduced me to your poetry, which thereby led to our friendship? All this from NPM!
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