Poetry – Day Nine

There has been no lightning strike, no set of inspiration this year. I haven’t felt the time or love necessary to rhyme. It’s a troubling time this year. But I will still give it a shot!

SNOW IN APRIL

“Welcome to Michigan.”
Thanks.
I was born here.
I’ll likely die.
I know there was a blizzard
(in ’76).
I’ve worn long johns
And shorts
On the same day.

Snow in April
Is still unwanted.
Your superiority complex
Makes it worse.

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