How the experiment went

Well, obviously I didn't write a poem a day in April. And obviously my poetry skillz need some work. But I enjoyed myself so much I've decided to keep going a little. Writing tiny poems sharpens my focus as I move through my day. Thanks for your kind indulgence.

I noticed by accident that my cactus

            Was in bloom—studded by three

            Tiny flowers the color of rubies.

            But when I looked at it the next

            Morning they were already gone

            Like twilight on the mountains

            Like a sudden flock of cedar waxwings

            Like the glow of a full moon

            Like the scent of lilacs

            Like a wave on sand

            Like a snowflake on a windshield

            Like a white-winged butterfly

            Like the son you held not 

            Long ago in the bend of your arms.