Two IEP drafts need to be finished. Every time I think about working on them, a terrible resistance arises.
Frankie wakes up at ten–way too late for that pancake breakfast he promised to make. So why is he acting so surly?
Two large nests sit in seperate bare Maples, awaiting their inhabitants. But this cold front and biting wind won’t cooperate.
April Fool’s Day
not believing my
UPDATE: for dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday: April Fools’ Day (pubtended by Kim Russell)