Light April rain-
Our lone purple candle
suddenly gone
Late April dusk-
The shadows slowly bury
a little red Corvette.
Moonshine
inside the bottle
out of it
April morning-
Cherry blossoms pinken
the snow drifts
Thumb print
on a black fender-
Half Moon
Two weeks into Spring-
already a Cardinal
on the mound
Opening Day-
The Groundskeeper throws out
the rock salt
All hail
what follows the slow clap
April thunder
Back from the casino
with a single white chip-
April Moon
Last blaze of orange
at the Farmer's Market-
a robin alights
The long note
in her last kiss
-Red Zinfandel
Dmeentia-
At the start of the last verse
she mouths the words
Late night poker game-
She asks if I'm All In
Hibiscus flower-
The tremble of her sleeve
In the ocean breeze
My hairline
the waters of the back bay
in sync
April sunset-
A last slice of orange
opens the lips
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