APRIL POEM
day begins
to write out its hours on
notebooks
notebook where I keep deep
breaths
breaths at this starting
over
over where somewhere
becomes welcome
welcome is this breeze in
my room
room where voices ask
questions
questions scripted objectively
objectively I fail in
tears, smiles
smiles angels observe
observe invisibly
documenting memories
memories I face as a ghost
returning to childhood…
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