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image ©
2015 Jennifer Wagner,
photo of my
home calendar
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You don't
fool me. Though
you start
off that way.
Yes, you
slosh rain
from
infinity buckets,
but you
smile
just the
same
from the
ground up--
jelly bean
tulips and buttery daffodils
springing
round
like
long-lost jewels.
And even
though it's time
for the
bogey-tax-man,
you balance
him
with a
month of poetry
and the
crack
of a bat
and Big League Chew
(Original,
Grape, Sour Apple, and Watermelon!).
So, you're
not really fooling me, April,
as much as
you think you are.
T.S. Eliot
said you are
“the
cruelest month,” but
at least
more often than in March,
there is
guaranteed
one Good
Friday
and a
Resurrection reminder
(coming
back from the dead
really
can't be beat).
Plus, your
flower is the daisy (my favorite)
or the
sweet pea,
which
always reminds me
of the song
my dad would sing,
“Oh,
Sweet Pea, come on and dance with me . . .”
riding
along with him in his truck--
after which
he'd switch it off
to bellow
into the CB,
“breaker
1-9, this is Gladiator.”
No one's
dad is as
cool and
tough as a Gladiator, right?
So,
you don't
fool me, April.
I think you
kind of like me.
P.S. I
kind of like you, too.
© 2015
Jennifer Wagner
And, Happy
National Poetry month!