It's the end of April, which means it's also the last day of National Poetry Month. To say goodbye to this month and what also feels like goodbye to spring, I've chosen one last poem from one of my favorite young poets Emma Flood, an ethereal wanderlust of words for those who seek to dream.
Like that orange cat Garfield, most people with traditional "9 to 5" jobs don't love Mondays. So to brighten up my Monday, and hopefully someone else's...
K.L. Kranes 