Another day, another version

 

SOMETIMES IT SNOWS IN APRIL

a DJ Reneg8d remix for LaSon C. White 1961-2007

 

April sprouts around us,
is the sky as sullen there? 

Why was the hour 

after we talked cruelest, most raw? 

In less than a month, 

some oncologist claims
breeding cells will overwhelm you.
Lilacs still bloom here as there, 

just outside my screened doors. 

Hints of all the Prince songs 

we’ve shared.
The purple petals somehow
dead certain to flurry down,
land and soften our walkways.

April’s sibilant drizzle
is a ride cymbal mimicking
the rhythm of memories,
cruelest at dusk. 

What other month 

would dream of breeding, 

then watering these lilacs 

recent as bruises?
Out of the patter
of a thin rain's fingers,
the Alto vibrato of a voice
dead on key, 

conjures “Adore”,
lands on these ears.

April winds wane,
is that my ringtone amid
the evening news? 

No, it’s on vibrate.
Cruelest would be 

the quiet following the call.
Month after month 

bent on breeding a grief 

fragrant as these lilacs 

we both adore. 

But right now,
out on the horizon, 

this purple dirge
of a setting sun 

may present the only chance 

to be dead silent 

and feel your voice again 

in the land of the living.