April Fool's
shall you consider
with a glance
what ails this
wracked chest
to whisper?
may you come here
on a chance,
outside painted-
over grills
to open:
encrusted gates
await firm hands.
therein, opulent
niceties are mute,
minute breaths, plenty.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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