Today I ran around everywhere and then I got tattooed, so let’s pretend this Day 4 was actually published on 4/4, okay?
The prompt comes from the National Poetry Writing Month website. I haven’t used one of these in a couple of days, but I have a cute answer to this one. Cute enough, maybe.
Anyway, tomorrow’s (today’s, hah) should be on time.
Is April the Cruelest Month?
says the winter to its clouds,
have you not grown sick of me?
the people below cry, i do,
but the atmosphere chooses to keep its arms open,
allowing the seasons to embrace each other before passing on.
this is chicago,
you get no options here
except to keep your arms open
to whatever storm is coming)