The Bottom Becomes the Top
In place of this year’s April, I’m throwing out
last April’s bony shrug that kept you.
Kept you like days’ long rain
plinking on metal rooftops, filling
clay pots where something should have been growing.
plinking on metal rooftops, filling
clay pots where something should have been growing.
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