augury doggerel

Sunday, April 20, 2003


At night, the kid up and wandering three times, looking for evidence of a bunny with deep pockets. In the morning, a plateful of new Easter grass and dirt accidentally upended, some of it into a bowl of fresh pierogi filling. The bigos at the bottom of the pot just a little burned. Blessed eggs broken and shared. Figuratively, one empty seat at the table; actually, we have only four chairs, counting the piano bench; there's never an empty chair. A morning hoisted.


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