April is the cruelest month
breeding lilacs out of the dead land
mixing memory and desire
stirring dull roots with spring rain.
I think I'll end up sending my taxes in late this year. Filling out tax forms has to be at the very bottom of my list of favorite activites. And I keep trying to convince myself that this money is going somewhere worthwhile--somewhere out there, my pennies are going to feed the orphan and to construct the new transport system of the future.