how could
I not have
seen
April,
you
come-
ing
April,
how could
I have worn
in-appropriate
clothing?
April,
all that
careful
stepping,
rounding
of my soul,
and now
your rain.
April, I felt you leaving.
I don't know what silence means.
It could mean anything.
April,
won't you
answer
me?
These days
just seem
to crush
me.
Hatching,
collapsing,
tumbling
down.
April!
What if
I drown!
I don't know what silence means.
It could mean anything.
Won't you answer me?
I dreamed,
April,
that I'm walking,
that I'm watching
your rain.
It overcomes me.
I love this.
ReplyDeleteWhen I re-read the lyrics chapter of your "Poetry for the Confused," I started scouring liner notes. I found this in A Woman A Man Walked By.
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