I think when I accomplished my greatest poetical feat
(I wrote over 465 different pieces in April, 2009
{don’t ask me how many of them were any good}),
I was in the process of trying to attempt
to impress a couple of girls.

It may have succeeded,
though I don’t know how much
the impressed girls would have cared
about the accomplishment
they witnessed.
I’m not much in touch with either of them now,
fifteen years later.

I may be in a position
to be able to match that kind of prolificacy
this April,
during National Poetry Writing Month,
though it may well be International Poetry Writing Month, as well.
There is no one to dedicate this effort to, though.

I don’t think that will stop me, though.
I may have to do it for myself
this time around.

I guess that’ll have to do.