March April

i’ll be March and you’ll be April
and side by side we’ll rest
on the pages of the calendar
one glossy leaf glancing another
verso to recto, each on each

i be March and you be April
and side by side we flourish
in the days and weeks of the year
divided by one mere second
on my thirty-first and your first

i am March but you are April
and side by side we are nothing
    like each other
the last of winter’s barrenness
   to the beginning of spring’s fecundity
my droughts forever chasing your sweet showers

forever waiting
an April shower on a March day