April Grief Poem (For My Friends)

Heart too full
of death and dying
the hyacinths on Lexington
offend my breath, gasping
through the blunt rush of bodies
through mangled metal traffic jams
but new spring skies are blue blue blue
bright daffodils in blinding bloom
cloud wisps slip their silken scarves
through a seductive sky
but my friends, my friends
while others shed their winter coats
my poor friends peel their skin
and in their hungry April grief
their bones bleach in the sun.

Heather Lee Rogers compulsively tells stories as a writer and an actor in NYC. Her poems have appeared in the following printed and online publications: The Rat’s Ass Review, Harbinger Asylum, Here Comes Everyone (UK), Leopardskin & Limes, El Portal S/Tick, Waterways, Adanna Literary Journal, Jersey Devil Press, and Adelaide, etc. More of her work can be read at https://www.heatherleerogerspoetry.com.

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