April in Lowell, MA

It must be poetry month
the words are starting to show
on the trees, Paula has a smile
and she is telling a friend
about Tom Sexton’s carving in the park.

Dave is wearing a hat and playing
with his boy down by the river
because he knows the value of a sunny day
and it’s too early to surf.

Michael is sending messages out
to all the poets within two hundred miles
to come and love words with him

Paul is talking to Richard about this city
again, how great it is to share it all
with townies and tourists and anyone
else who happens by.

Dan is passing through on his way
to the train station, on his way
to work, on his way to help
just a few boys not so lucky as his own.

Bill is laughing by a big blue lake
with his beautiful son in the beautiful sun
worshipping all creation – because it is good.

Brenda is sipping a Mai Tai and eating fancy food
talking about her grand daughter
and the wonderful painting she will paint tomorrow.

Steve is selling paint to a new guy in town
ready to fall in love
with the mills and the river and the sunsets.

It must be poetry month again,
and there’s just so much to say

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