softly April came
into raw meadows and
white, empty
beds

buttercup bundles in glass on the sill
yellow lacquered green
in gray, redbuds and vines, and
bathroom dots foil shine
rotting fruit
basil, Exhale
ex
hail after the storm
ruined zinnias
I could do no wrong

pink-cheeked forgotten on the first day
of blue-sky heat
spinning amusement
park
air
cool light fool
(I have my books to protect me)
two weeks of steam, a sad long-lost scheme. I plotted

(was she even there?)

a break in adventure

back to pool popsicles

glory forever

O Yes, reply

In dreams

ever overshadowed by lapsing July