“April, April – der macht was er will”

April’s playing
buggerlugs
weatherwise at least
before the sun shone
like glam rock
now there’s raindrops
round my feet
the fog growls
wild like tigers
and hail flows full
of chance
and though the snow’s
not tickled me
the wind’s blown up
my pants.

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