The mayfly’s butt wiggles and those

Long trails flip and flash

Sitting on my car

Early, you’re early I say,

You won’t even see May

You’ll be gone by this time tomorrow

But to you that life is full

Rich

Fulfilling

You’ll do your thing

While we do ours

We’re all just living

At different time scales

I’ll think of you in May

My early April fly.

Thank you to everyone who has followed along with my NaPoWriMo poems! Feel free to comment and say which were your favourites.