On Easter, Martha Answered Mary
Martha Answered Mary
Then I would rise up
early in the morning.
I would leave
my broom, my broth,
my unmade bed,
go
and scatter
secret birdseed
beneath the olive tree
where I always dreamed
of being kissed. And I
would wait.
Then I would rise up
early in the morning.
I would leave
my broom, my broth,
my unmade bed,
go
and scatter
secret birdseed
beneath the olive tree
where I always dreamed
of being kissed. And I
would wait.
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