April in the Rose Garden


April Verch ladles
a polska from her fiddle,
agile in her flowery dress.

Bobbing and weaving
she spins dark tales of Sweden
and cheesy agents.

Cody thumps his bass.
Hayes’ axe chases after.
The Ottawa Valley firecracker’s
not just a pretty face.

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