the sky a silver
dissonance by the correct
fingers of April
resolved
into a
clutter of trite jewels
now like a moth with stumbling
wings flutters and flops along the
grass collides with trees and
houses and finally,
butts into the river
The Sky A Silver
E. E. Cummings
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Poem topics: river, silver, sky, grass, april, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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