in the poppy bed
there’s a stubborn weed
i never can seem to kill
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good friday
today the warmth returned
and the blond-haired boys were
running wild through beds
of brittle hydrangea
and barren rose canes
when the littlest
still unsteady on his feet
caught his teddybear bib on a thorn
the God who died
maybe we cannot face what
we made God become