Yes April

With a tip of the hat to Konstantine Karyotakis 

We wheeze past arch wind's own

Stiff upper affixed in place in case

Of key change stringing us along

Alongside riffs come to bless us home

If an antenna should receive who are we

Kidding ourselves rid of the lift

With ease un-breezy lone charity feigned

Under the chilled rain holding the reins

Simpering for equality broken by

The most unlikely happenstance bereft 

Of litmus doused with flunking grades

Veering us cliff-off toward more of

The beaten beanpole tipped on its side

Intended to seem horizontal as 

An inadvertent sunset blasting sideways

Light into the predictable night