Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Such Sweet Sorrow

the days deepened, at first,
their surface rippling
with the toss of a wishful coin
and me imagining
—what did I imagine? a month
that would never end
and while the clock moved its hands,
time’s jaws would clench?

still, I wonder why
the fine-grained calendar
surprised me so,
sending tides of sorrow
sweetened with handouts
enveloped in friends’ heartbeats,
lines, verse, flashbacks,
and cascading brilliance

could it be to light up my way
because the hours lengthened today?

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prompt: parting is such sweet sorrow