Tomorrow’s April 1st and April 1st is no joke this year; nobody’s laughing (at least nobody I know). But, still, it’s only a day away. (I think I hear Annie singing.) Or maybe it’s Willie S: ‘Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow’.
Anyway, the runway’s in sight and I’m on the NaPoWriMo 2020 Jetliner, taxi-ing toward takeoff. Or maybe it’s a launchpad, and the countdown’s almost at “Liftoff!!”
A Poem-A-Day. It’s doable, right? We’ll see.
All goals can be reached
unless something intervenes
–keep your fingers crossed–