April After The Shower

POEM TO THE EDITOR April, After The Shower Under the rainbow In a world as sparkling clean As washed crystal The tulip bud swells and colors At the end of a pale green wand, The fat pink earthworm Jiggles on the wet asphalt, And the eager young man Still holding up the umbrella Goes right on talking sweet dirty Into his girlfriend’s ear – Until he blushes At his own cheekiness And loses the moment. • DOROTHY MUNCH Oneonta…