Day 1

Challenge: use random rhyme and refrain

A Pair of Ducks

"April is the cruelest month," says old TS, and yes,
it tends to disappoint, anointing us with snow/rain/pain

and filling the yard with hard white pellets of cosmic
despair, with a soggy puddle going pond, dark water

signifying frigid erasure. Even my hairs, worming 
into my head, feel, at the skull, frozen. Cooly cruel. 

I remember when a pair of ducks once visited, sifting 
through the wet wreckage, drifting on the odd pond, 

paddling it with invisible feet. Indifferent, casually cruel, 
it's a month of broken promise, imperfect resurrection, 

mundane depression and dejection, rejection, gray skies 
and dull eyes, the echoes of dead white guys like Eliot

telling me how to survive in hollow voices from poetic 
tombs, when in life they were doomed, dabbling like 

that long gone mallard dipping its beak into dead water
against a dying neighbor's rusty fence...   It's early, now,

and far too late, as cruel skies slide up, golden red
with frigid day one sun. The month has hardly begun

and already I feel ancient, dusty, irrelevant. Done.

2 thoughts on “Day 1

  1. David, do you remember the letters
    we wrote a thousand miles and
    a lifetime ago.

    Before husband and wives and lives
    with kids and pets, mortgages and payments
    to windows.

    We’ve always been better on paper
    separate from the world, confined
    to lines.

    COuld we return to that cat scratch
    marks on steno leaf, or has grief
    overwhelmed our minds?

    David, do you remember the letters
    a thread of words, chords of thought
    measured, metered out.

    David, do you remember the letters

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