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.
