All things new

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Early

dawn whispers up the eastern sky
toward a waning egg moon
with a chilly halo (snow’s coming)
holding her shining face;

Easter is happening.

Imagine Friday’s death
becomes
Sunday’s joy?

Imagine a fireball
becomes
Earth
tiger
sun-eating plant
music
Love?

Foolish dreams.

But they happen
every moment
anyway.
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