Listen to the poem above

Behind pollen and wind
is the sun
warming the tunnels of ants

winding the skeins of geese
rouging the cheeks
of church-bound dames

Easter and
the resurrection
of girls in white dresses

Easter and the ritual
of hiding from my son
the eggs which contain

the truth about death
everlasting
And the sun eggs me on

moving my arms and my legs
to lever the shovel
that turns the earth

and turns the earth

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