in the park this morning
white dusty blossoms
rhyme winter on the sidewalk
gleaners gather cans
old buildings collapse
become new
I remember
making love this morning
someone else dies in time
with our little deaths
all those lives lost
together
just water from the Cross
no one waiting
for resurrection
.
April 10, 2009
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