More April Poems: Untitled

April 3

Black birds red shoulders

Blaze on blue across green

shrilling the sound red

over the shaded water.

April 4

Again the last years dead

stand out darkly

against the green spreading wings 

April 5

The world’s smallest violin was playing

when you handed my ring

back to me

two fingertips rubbing silently

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