(in the key of clack)
we’ve left our black
smudges on the pages
of each other’s hearts.
we’re right here last callin’
glasses raised for one more
round, glass syllables clinked
and now as we soldier on
(as these letters, these words, these lines),
we say not goodbye,
but write on.
With thanks to all poets and generous commenters for another awesome April.
Because in April, we poem. And on May 1, we rest.
You are one of the shiny stars of April
Thank you. I enjoyed reading your poems in April.