April fools
Hoping for something
To move this mountain
Determined to see a sign in each
New discovery –
Breeze,
With a breath of green
Birdsong,
Announcing that cheerful hunger for light
Moisture milking its way
Both up and down, in and out of
Creatures and situations
They believe
Only seemingly smaller than themselves
Those fools
Each year making the best of a world
Lost to repair or reparation
Unclouded by the unfairness we all endure
Pretending change can happen
Don’t they know or realize
That this foolishness
Pales before our disappointment
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