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Not Yet May
The rain has goneand sunshine has appeared
in a pale,
blue sky daubed with white
puffs of clouds and skywriting.
Contrails and vapour trails,spinning tales
of journeys to and from
the end of the earth;
and I attached a poem
to an aeroplane tail,
for peace and love and life...
April may not have been the cruellest month but it was driech and I am anticipating the changes of May, where I can begin a new cycle of writing and general good health. It has felt like a long year so far. May it slow into summer, come May! 'Amelia it was just a false alarm...' Ah, Joni, 'like Icarus ascending...'
