To Become Undone


For what then
is April, if not showers,
but anticipation of
warmer weather and colour.
The thought of flowers
on the tip of my pencil.
Of what then
is a man to speak, if not
of the potential and
of a world soon to
become undone,
Renewal now
on the tip of my tongue.
© 2016 j.g. lewis


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