April 30 – a Tuesday

Elmer hunts and hunts.
Mornings are made for laughter —
Bug’s a happy hare.

April 29 – a Monday

fountain cascades her
pearls, fraught hen calls her drake —
wrens feed on the fly

sing the morning’s rise
lift limbs and leaves to dawn’s gleam
greet the day with song

Globe will play the play.
Bill is christened in Avon.
Sonnets sound and sound.

Ford’s Theater bled.
Miss Bedell’s word grew a beard.
John Wilkes Booth bleeds out.

One-hundred and four
silk poppies to remember
dry bones on hard stone.

Cattle at their edge
Pavement’s slick with the night’s rain —
Lone balloon drifts by

Cappadocian boy,
Slayer of the dragon’s slayed. —
Ascalon’s still warm.

cows swim in green lakes
trees are dancing in the wind —
blood graces the lamb