one day into spring and i’m floating on a raftof poetry…short, fat chunksof stanzas braided withmermaid hair…and hopethe water (made of tears) isbedazzled by the sun:death keeps scooping people upand I think she’s tired tooof all the heaving last nightthere was so much magicthough, just like…everywhereon everyone…skin so goose-bumped we looked like aliensall that lifting… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 21