24.4.11

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.

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3 Comments:

Blogger Maureen said...

Your Easter poems have such depth, and what lyrical beauty befalls this scattering of secret birdseed and the waiting.

24.4.11  
Blogger David Rupert said...

I love the contemplation of the two that you bring up -- one believing, one doubting.

25.4.11  
Anonymous Pen and Ink said...

So beautiful. I love the simplicity.

10.5.11  

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