April Fourth

I was writing for April.

Trying to make it last,

                                            looking for the words I had found

                          in books. Searching for something in the least

                                            complicated sense of everything-

                         Something of importance.

 

What did I mean by "Importance"

I felt like Feste coming into this April,

The nonsense of everything

                                     that came out of my mouth last

                                                                              night was the least
 
                          of my worries till I found

 

                        you.

 

I felt as though I had found

                         a moment of importance

                        -at least-

This night of April,

                         I hope that it will last

                                    through the on goings of everything…

 

Everything

                                   found

                                                       is in a sense lost at last.

Looking for importance

in the rain of April

took the least

 

                             time.

 

Picking out the least

of our worries                           was everything

            that we made of April.

What we were looking for we had found.

                           No more              "Stamps of Importance"

Knowing we'll be the last,

 

                                                            Kissing to make it last,

                                                           smelling your least

                              delicate perfume of importance

And wishing for everything

                       we'd found

                                in April,

 

April fourth was the last day I found it all

at least,           -everything of importance-