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.


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

  2. 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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