Then all the bars were gone
And the gull’s wings spread over
The screen of the Internet.
The albatross came and the raven
And the soaring wings of the eagle
The heron and the goose
All
Took their turn to interfere
In National Poetry Month
April–your bare trees branches
Beget tiny green buds
Spiral me into alliteration law breaking
As I slide to “Off” with
Flicking resignation.