What March 31st Means
Some people look skyward, for the Lion of March to exit this year. I only wonder and will appreciate every raindrop should it come.
March 31st is the day before April 1st when Fools dance in my head, the day I didn’t get married, the day I gave up foolish tricks.
Now that day is the Fool jumping off the cliff into the guaranteed madness of National Poetry Month, the day I throw all caution to the wind and fly into the dictionary of the unknown with dragonfly wings and my word-catcher net.
I’ll check in with what happens. The collective unconscious of the world shimmers with the possibilities. Poets are brimming with anticipation.
Welcome, April with a dance.