April.

You know, the cruelest month, i.e., National Poetry Month. I know, I've made that joke before and probably so have a thousand other poets, but I still kind of like it. I get a charge out of it, and the people, that's not a bad thing at this point in the semester.

So, here's today's poem. I'm going to do my level best to write thirty poems this month. I haven't written one new poem since I came back to work after my sabbatical. Is that my fault? I say no. I say it's the job's fault, so take that, job! I'm writing a poem a day for a month. See if you can stop me.

tags: oh yes there will be poems