No, I can’t tell you why National Poetry Day is not in National poetry month, nor why its date is a moving target year to year. I believe at least one of those must have to do with the lunar calendar. Or the loony one. Just go with it. In honor of said day, here is a poem appropriate to the occasion. It is by an American, even if he drove an ambulance in WWI for the French (hey, they were allies). It applies, I believe, to everyone. Or Anyone. It screams to be read aloud and not thought about too long or too hard. In fact, you can’t possibly be wrong in your analysis, so just go with that, too. Enjoy!