Annual Limelight
The season's almost over,
and I hate seeing it leave
without a whisper,
complaint or compliment,
while poets
bask in literary sunlight,
thinking the moment is eternal.
April's month of poetry
is soon to end.
Copyright © Gerald Greene | Year Posted 2019
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