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Testaments to the Boom Times to Come

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April Morning / JONATHAN WELLS // You are living the life / you wanted as if you'd known / what that was but of course / you didn't so you'd groped / toward it feeling for what / you couldn't imagine, what / your hands couldn't tell you, / for what that shape could be. // This Sunday the rain turns cold / again and steady but the window / is slightly open and there is the vaguest / sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps /between the buildings because it's spring / the calendar says and the room where / you are reading is empty yet full / of what loves you and this is the day / that you were born.

Jonathan Wells, “April Morning”

Jonathan Wells poetry April