August

September
The busy
revel in
the rush
October
The lonely
weep in
the rain
November
We all
Try hard to give thanks
Through the bitter cold
Though the fire smold-
ers
Though we're getting old-
er.
Decemeber
She sees
her breath
On the
Win-dow-sill
Jan-
Uary
unwanted
fee-
lings in him
fester still.
Feb...ruary
we know the stor-
y from ano-
ther poem
So what if the ink spills on our page and we can't write of how we sob?
Or..
what if we don't want to remember how our hearts throb....
Each time we sing
Of March
And of parades in the morning
Recalling the harsh
Double whistle ding bang tick tock Ring.
April we stand on our porches and won-
der
How strange it is when one thing causes ano-
ther
to o-
ccer.
tis human...

you know,

to
err.
SaidHeToHer.
May brings
the factory smoke,
TheBrokenGlass,
in the window panes of
that old sweatshop/department store
So tell me
Call you tell me
What in June we are fighting
for?
So yeah
the geraniums which
all the neighbors
have.
they bloom and turn
grey
in my crazy dreamland way.
July
I found a closet
with ballet costumes
It was a green
Car-pet-ed room
and I barely even remember...
so it might have been ....
September
The busy
Revel in the rush...