April is poetry month, when many of us write a poem a day, often to prompts. This year I’m writing a poem a day every month, a Book of Days, a diary in verse. I’ll just continue on through April, unprompted except by my own experiences and thoughts.
daylight savings ends
it’s mid-autumn already —
notice where you are
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