Hi Everyone. Well, as promised, here is my first poem of the month. I hope you like it.
april showers are no longer real parched lands await the spring rains disappointment reigns in its stead tender seedlings drown in warmth may flowers are apt not to appear bulbs starve within the thirsty soil to then suffocate in excess pours heavy and unmetered as they fall mother's algorithm is off keel she spins this way then that anger laden within her sadness as resistance fights against healing roadblocks of tree hugger do-gooders greed cultivates inflexible doubt naysayers v the passionate still no balance to restore calm listen to the allocution of the trees as they clean our air; curtain the sun their story is our story if we heed the clear message meant for all faye e arcand
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