refrain


let's have one last poem
about gardens, another round
for all green and thirsty things,
for ideas in bloom and soil
that blackens our knees and notebooks

we'll write just once more
on may rain, final storm
of words before the month tucks under,
before those tentative shoots
of heat reach deep, sapping
ink and leaving pages
sunstruck and limp

we'll plant another handful
of stanzas to see us through
the summer, then find
a shady place to let our pens sleep


thanks to you all for a great -- and challenging! -- experience. the comments, comaraderie, and group energy really helped to see me through. nice working with you all! ~k.