So loathe was I to give up April that I waited ’til today,
the 1st of May,
to post my final poem…

Thank you all for joining me this month, for reading, and for posting so much good poetry yourselves.

April really should be longer. 
Don’t you think?

4/20/2011

kayak, girl and dad
he fishes and she gets wet
both are radiant

There is nothing sweeter than a Saturday with a bunch of spare hours for knocking around. 
‘Specially when it’s spring and the swans are out with their cygnets and the wind blows fancy crop-circle patterns in the water and a ten-year-old still thinks there’s nobody better than her dad…