It IS after all, poetry month
What depression tastes like
It rhymes with silver
It rhymes with orange
You sit
Clutching
A cup of coffee
Gone unredeemably cold
It seems like years
But it’s only been minutes
Since the cliché sun
Broke through the cliché clouds
And the wooden birds
Sang.
Well, Robyn, APril is also National Library Month! If you want depressing, write a poem about LAPL!
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