a new month begin, a new death again,
another friend gone
again again again.
and that bastard hurry, he begin to push me.
hurry, he say, the rain is drying on the dogwood leaves
hurry, the puddles are fading and the sky is gray
hurry, the honeysuckle too early here will soon be gone
hurry the words to tell their story.
but slow down, she push back.
slow down, she whisper all soft and slow, the rain is drying on the dogwood leaves
slow down, the puddles are fading and the sky is the color of the mockingbird's song
slow down, the honeysuckle be all early morning blooms and sweetness
slow down the words to tell their story,
spread them across your toast with sunday breakfast,
sprinkle them with cinnamon,
then toss the crumbs to the day and the robins
and wait for their song on the new month breeze.
day 1 of NaPoWriMo, national poetry writing month.
a poem a day.