Lefty’s Rod . . .
April is National Poetry Month.
* Poetry CORNER *
April at the Bluejays
Mist belts all of the towers
At the waist,
Zipped locked lid not of lead, but of white,
Enlightened.
Wind winded rests, sets in sky unscraped stillness,
All is could,
Not even the scat siren extremes sing, no,
Jazzbulance,
Do within such mists near trees are hung lamps,
Enlightened,
More or less to describe the vibe, window open,
Spring blessed,
The rest no rest beyond brief evenings in nest,
Relaxed crest;
We let the robins sing all the evening,
We give the morning to all of the doves.
* Poetry CORNER *
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