Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The mayfly’s butt wiggles and those
Long trails flip and flash
Sitting on my car
Early, you’re early I say,
You won’t even see May
You’ll be gone by this time tomorrow
But to you that life is full
Rich
Fulfilling
You’ll do your thing
While we do ours
We’re all just living
At different time scales
I’ll think of you in May
My early April fly.
Thank you to everyone who has followed along with my NaPoWriMo poems! Feel free to comment and say which were your favourites.