April

April moves

as a mountain of clouds, rain

broken by sun and unbroken

again. April offers

a pretentious hope

of life renewed, drowns

your hope

and births it again.

I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison. 

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