April Ice
Long awaited spring had come,
yes; the calendar was right where I wanted it.
What was that I was seeing on the pavement, the sidewalk, the road, my van?
Can it be? Why yes it was! Ice, it was ice in April...
Suddenly a metaphor emerged; April Ice, I liked the sound of it...
You know, like "a little rain must fall"...
Sure it's spring, it's welcome and relieving;
Still, there are problems, even in spring;
"April Ice"; I really liked it ...
Problem was, as all of this was running through the poetic process-
I suddenly slipped;
I was falling face first on the pavement,
Coffee in my right hand, keys in the left,
Thankfully there were no bones broken,
Why even my ceramic cup had survived.
As it was all over, the trek to the truck commenced,
upon entering it came to me: I just slipped on a metaphor;
I almost broke my neck on it!
"April Ice" indeed...
© Joseph James
4-7-16
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