Monday, April 6, 2015

EMPTY TOMB

Profound 
inner stillness
and understanding—finally becoming 

accessible at last;
as

whole half
sheet-
cakes—now interred in black

hulking cans 
out back (many still depicting 

the smeary all-
accepting faces—of yesterday  

morning's
most-
venerated

bunnies,
chicks,
and lambs) generously smash    

any—snowwhite joy 
and black

Lenten melancholy—counterintuitively
into one

single self-
contained—and much 

more 
spacious feeling.

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