poem one: Monday, 1 April

The moon knows
her day is a good
day for fools.
She hides
her silver-trick
light, just
behind the sun.

Gold turns
to pyrite
every first of April
at noon,
hoodwinks
the fool.

Not like
the moon –
she never claims
she will
not change.

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4 thoughts on “poem one: Monday, 1 April

  1. she never claims she will not change…ha…and she certainly well…
    its cool to switch up style occassionally as well…dropping in from NaPo…hope you have a good poetry month..

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