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

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Richard Leis

Richard Leis is a writer and poet living in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry has been published in Impossible Archetype. His essays about fairy tales and technology have been published on Tiny Donkey and Fairy Tale Review’s “Fairy-Tale Files“.