on Good Friday the poem

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So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
–T. S. Eliot

is about hope, how I saw a single heron
on the riverbank and, telling you of him
at the end of a bitter day, you say
I think they must be coming back.
about the note you gave me not
two weeks ago, tucked away
in my coat pocket against the still-
cool nights; how not everything fades
so quickly. this morning,
a quart of strawberries
was ninety-nine cents at the market,
so I counted out the change and I think, after
this cruel spring of shallow breath and repentance, we
will know the gasp & fire of riversummers again.

12 thoughts on “on Good Friday the poem

  1. Magnificent! Your poetry is fully as breathtaking as your photography! (And another huge THANK YOU for inspiring my wife and me to try a new venture! Life is good!!

    Warmest,

    Ron

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