"Too"
By Mandie Hartz
Next weekend
I'll do everything I want to do
Complete some work or compete and play
But it all quickly piles into too
When that time has come
it seems there is none
nothing ever gets done
Days of rest are few
I am in the Associate of Arts in the Liberal Arts Transfer Program.
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"Poem for April, with Apologies to Dylan Thomas"
By Shane Teter
It was her fifth year to heaven
Woke to her scampering from stairway and carpeted hall
And the coffee scented kitchen and nuthatch
Priested oak
The morning sang
With breakfast needing and requests for ice-cream and sprinkles
And the secular sin of dessert for breakfast at the old dinner table
Myself arose to
Those sensations
In the still drowsy house and made good the promise.
April may be cruel to some poets, but my soon-to-be five year old tells me about the greatness that is April all of the time, all year long. In fact, I'm fairly certain the point of every other month on the calendar is to prepare for celebration that is her birthday in April. So this one's for her, but I stole the riff from Dylan Thomas' "October Poem", which you should really read or listen to, if you haven't yet.
