April 30: Overall

by allisonkujiraoka

Thirty days has April, not thirty-one,

which means poem-a-day is just about done.

(Perhaps) a relief for readers,

(Likely) a reprieve for writers,

But we’ll keep that a secret, unspoken

and focus on what’s been written.

A final query I pose

before withdrawing into repose:

Is it the poem makes the poet,

or the one self-christened who composes it?

Poet, poem, egg, chicken

Matters not a whit in the end, I reckon.