April is National Poetry Month!

It was also inventory month at the store, so I've pretty much been everywhere that's work and nowhere that wasn't. But, I'm still deeply in love with Edna St. Vincent Millay.


WILD SWANS

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!