Happy Easter! (and one more poem...)
Published in Global Poemic:
Easter, 2020
Rough from so many ritualistic washings, twenty
seconds each time,
"I
will wash my hands in innocency, so will I compass thine
altar, O Lord…"
my ripping, winter-soft hands grasp and claw at dead
things,
intent on scratching some small space for beauty.
Brittle leaves,
“Take
off the grave clothes…”
splintered grass, wind-blown paper and snow-faded
candy wrappers
give way. Shifting raised forms into position feels
like faith.
I find daffodils.
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