Ah, April 1. And I had been breathlessly preoccupiedly waiting the work day to begin…today I begin a journey into The Maximus Poems by Charles Olson, after a gentling scan into The Anxiety of Influence by Harold Bloom, both of which “just happened” to arrive at my local library yesterday – arbitrary arrivals from my Interlibrary Loan list of “wants”. Fool or not, nose in book, pack on back, and harried by wolves, it is what I do (am?). Here I go! (no fooling) 🙂 (why have I not seen so many cliffs and falls just ahead?)
All my Words are Silent 
“Like.”
All of us, frequently (un-fooled fools). “Cannonball!”
Indeed 🙂
bombs away
🙂
And it must follow, as the night, the day…
ah the nights
Conjuring rain and words
or even just rain
Adventure!
🙂