i would call it april but all is ridiculous :)


March

How we march to and from
Look how on we go ...on and on
Yet show and know nothing.

I bellow from my abdomen
In need of sweet amens
Waiting with true obstinancy.

I don't suppose there's sunshine.
Or some kind stranger laughing
As I spring towards our beauty.
Not much at all that has a foot
In truth as it marches on.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-31 at 01:48

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