Holy Saturday
I will write
something beautiful
for this Time
that too shall
come
like us
on bended knee
humbled
in passing
confessing
Its inadequacies
...Shorten
as Sin...
blurred
with all feeling
which too
will come
to pass
on bended knee
...Penance
upon the grounds
of Existence
and Its itinerary...
we name the days
though they are
like flowers
pushing up
over us
as color on film
in distinctive patterns
of ambiguous
scents
that too
have come
to pass
in a vase or photograph
and wilt in comparison
to the Fall of a felt tip
on the calendar
and the Spring
plucking
of memories
and prayers
with ballpoint
click...
planted
on any given
Sunday
2024 MAR 30
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