NaPoWriMo Poem for April First

Sift

It had a handle
With an embedded squeezable subhandle
And squeezing would make it make noise

It was called a sifter
Turned coarse flour fine
Employed handheld use of the milling concept

Some beaches have coarse sand
Some fine some unfiltered with sharpedged little shells
(The ocean’s milling has caprice)

Some life events are grainy
Some slide through the strait of the hourglass
With rollercoasteringly dismaying ease

Lapidary work makes for smoother rocks
Wax for a slidey floor
(Wearing socks has been known to cause an involuntary split)

But the hard life facts have unsmoothable grit to them
Though we swap deludings and call it ‘enabling’
(The grittiest fact  is cessation)

Smiles are smoothers
Friendships sifters
Love confectionary (sugar)