April Recap

When the words spilled
out, I had lost my mind,
let all the grime—
y past return.

In a watchful hour,
or fleeing minutes,
served seconds of whom
I don’t know I introduced.

These April showers
on the thirtieth for drowning
glory and hope
of mourning, end

on a new May morning;
after a modicum
of poesy
a month for writing prose—
y.

#NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 30