April in Albany
April snow taps me on the shoulder
Then ducks when I look
Ducks tapping Hudson River edge ice
Eating something greenish
Green, greenish, greener
Washington Park tulips still snooze
And the Moses statue still holds staff high,
Taps rock, demands Spring come forth
In the breakroom
demanding a setup
for pole dancing,
in tiny sugar-high falsettos
with the crullers
like a crumb-spinning
Cirque du Soleil.
One wears nothing but sprinkles.
Tess Lecuyer is an Albany Poet and has been for a very long time.