Jessy Randall and Daniel M. Shapiro
There should be a name for snow in April
or the moment when sports fans cheer sunshine.
This morning the moon was in the pocket of the sky
and ice rained from trees in burlesque-show sequins.
It’s just weather. But it can make you cry.
It made my friend cry so much she had to take medication.
Or it can fill you with an irrational sense of well-being.
Today, on my bicycle, I was immortal.