Holy Saturday's Work

Holy Saturday's Work

(for that which is already but not yet)

Go outside and kneel

beside still-sleeping beds.

Strip away all that's dead;

the leaves, brown and curled,
and the dry, empty stems
of last year’s blossoms.

Straighten, one-by-one,

the scallop-edged bricks
that have stood, leaning,  
all year-long
like forgotten gravestones.

Roll the giant flowerpot aside

and wonder at the sound of
stone scraping against stone.

- K. Chripczuk

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