#1 Snow in April
I was going to write a poem
About the weather in Chicago
How it snowed in April, then got warm, then snowed again.
It shouldn't be surprising
Snow in April
It happens every year.
But I still feel hurt by this spring snow.
I was going to write this poem
After walking my dog.
We slept in a bit, then stared reluctantly out the window
at the dreary day.
We always walk North, towards Buena (which means nice...good...)
But he pulled me South
It shouldn't be surprising
but it was.
And while we walked South
Someone was shot on Buena (which means nice...good...)
Someone was shot in the chest
And the shooters got away.
I didn't hear the shots
But I saw lights and heard sirens
As I closed the gate behind us
And fed the dog
And found out it was a shooting
And sat down to write a poem
About snow in April
But found that I couldn't
write that poem
at all.