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nto something gone,</p><p id="9a10">April a thing that came</p><p id="6168">and is going, going, gone. The wind blows</p><p id="8ca6">gorgeous summer things past my window</p><p id="0f5d">my open window my balcony, the space so clean.</p><p id="27ae">We give this the time we make this the space -</p><p id="ca27">it’s tidy it’s something</p><p id="fdbc">we can touch and see it is something that we</p><p id="c34c">can feel a bit of trust in</p><p id="9889">that whatever it is that is gone</p><p id="4448">there’s this all of this, all of this</p><p id="f3e5">still here.</p><p id="0a32">©<a href="https://medium.com/@jennyjustice">Jenny Justice.</a> All Rights Reserved.</p><p id="93ac"><b><i>Jenny Justice</i></b><i>, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at<a href="https://medium.com/justice-poetic"> Justice Poetic.</a></i> <i>Sign up for her newsletter <a href="https://jennyjustice.substack.com/p/coming-soon?r=2jhb2&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&utm_source=copy

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End of April

A Poem

It’s unbelievable, really. A month has come and gone.

In this strange new way of measuring time,

every single day felt like it slipped through

our hands, rushing and not exactly knowing

what it was that went through was it water, was it mud

was it sharp, cold, warm, smooth -

what was the make-up, the exact consistency of this time, these days?

We grabbed and grabbed at hours and time chunks

but still it felt like

living under that Thanos snap,

things turning into something gone,

April a thing that came

and is going, going, gone. The wind blows

gorgeous summer things past my window

my open window my balcony, the space so clean.

We give this the time we make this the space -

it’s tidy it’s something

we can touch and see it is something that we

can feel a bit of trust in

that whatever it is that is gone

there’s this all of this, all of this

still here.

Jenny Justice, Poet. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.