What makes April a cruel month
is her insistence
on veiling forgotten nests
with white cotton puffs
of freckled cherry blossoms.
--April 4, 2013
Prompt: Use a name of an Iain M. Banks spaceship (ie, Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill) as a title of the poem. But this didn't inspire me, so I just wrote my own poem.
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