Friday, April 10, 2009

Palm Sunday, Sunrise

Black cat wanders to the center
Of a gravel road, sniffing
At a flattened carcass
The meat long gone
Only a hank of fur

It is Palm Sunday, sunrise

And all around churches
In the dim half-light
Lie palms prepared
In their stillness, waiting
To recreate the old story of mobs

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