Holy Saturday's Work
(for that which is already but not yet)
Go outside and kneelbeside the still-sleeping beds.
Strip away all that is 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 this year-long
like forgotten gravestones.
Roll the giant flowerpot asideand wonder at the sound of
stone scraping against stone.
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