April 2 - What My Hand Holds
Once I filled my hand with sunshine.
Then I opened it, and love flew away.
I then filled it with anger and closed it again.
It never opened.
(inspired by Kahlil Gibran)
April 1 - April Arrives
April arrives at attention.
Anxiously at an angle.
Already as annoyed as an angry anthill.
Anticipating another anomaly.
As always.