April 2009

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Easter morning


Waiting for warmth,
the river shuffles on
soft blue shoes around
silent oaks and willows
and over the brown
bare fields of spring.
There are no leaves
no flowers yet
to grace the day
just morning shadows,
long and longing,
and pines that rise from
darkened turns where
deer come down
to drink beneath
quavering lines of geese,
and the sun sifts
in golden strands through
the milkweed hair
of the girl that got away.

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