April Cruels!

It’s National Poetry Month. Something to celebrate in a bleak spring. I think my poem-ish piece reflects the hopes and realities of our world community right now.

April Cruels


I think we all woke

with the wish,

with the hope

that a joke

was being played 

on us all.

But our dreams gave way

to the news

of the day,

the new normal

still casting

its pall.

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