Saturday, April 23, 2011

Life Interred

Before the inclusion wakes
I sit breathing,
ears open.

It is silent Saturday
when interred
life lies.


A cardinal speaks louder
than words outside
my window.

A blood breast is all
I look for,
for now.

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2 comments:

  1. GlynnApril 23, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    This is the day the Bible doesn't really speak to -- but it must have been the desolate Saturday. This is beautiful, Jerry.

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  2. ClaudiaApril 23, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    this is wonderful jerry - i agree with what glynn says - the world held its breath and hung in a space between hope and fear - sat breathing, ears open - just as you described - love this - really love this

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