Deep into April

Easter is three weeks old,
old enough to stand on its legs
and walk the landscape speaking life
into dead grasses, reluctant buds
icy hearts of men who have given up.

Easter is what it does:
renews to left, right, and center.
Its seamless garment passing over,
the grass goes green.

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Cheesy Christmas

Mary, look at the camera.
Joseph? Move in a bit closer.
There. Both of you, smile.
And now, click.

That’s it. We’ve got it.
The family photo
this first night of his life
captured here.

This is big news.
It will be all over the Internet
by morning. If he is who
he’s cracked up to be

this is the story of the century.
I’ll get back to you
with a hard copy.

I’m sure you’ll want to
remember this night forever.