Hello, National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours. A Rearview Mirror Can't Know the rearview mirror tries to make itself bigger, sun reflecting, requiring attention. looking back it's easy to see those days so differently. you should've stopped at the park, the one with magnolia trees in full bloom. should've put the to-do list down, walked the winding trail. instead, you drove on. should've stopped at the coffee shop, with its warm coffee perfectly sweet, the one on the corner, buzzing with conversation, time no longer relevant. instead, you drove on. should've stopped when the road became narrow, full of potholes, instead, you drove on, without reducing speed, unaware of the meandering river calling your name. looking back it's easy to forget all the turns that brought such joy. what the rearvie...
