When April Doesn’t Fool

I saw you on 21st Avenue todayExactly one month since the accidentA year since our trip to the mountainsSpring even smells the same It wasn’t the same treeThose buds were already small bursts of pinkThese were just appearing whiteNaked against the blue skyLittered with puffs of cloudYou were there then, really thereBut you were there … Continue reading When April Doesn’t Fool