How often does a poem include the very date of the week it will be posted? And how, when you find one, do you resist? On the day I planned to post this, into my Facebook feed came a request for cheesy bread in Austin. I sent the post writer a suggestion for a Brazilian cheese bread sold at the farmer’s market. And I sent them this poem.
“It’s
April 14th. Spring, with five to ten
Degrees to go.”
Spring spring spring spring spring