a poem every day (or something close to that)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter Morning Snippet:
There is thunder on the radio
its rumble is punctuated by powdery gray light,
the dusty color filters through purple leaves.
I am finding a messiah in every smile this morning,
a half-hidden bicycle gears joy into breathing.
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