Backyard Easter Poem by Carmine Giordano

Backyard Easter



The amaryllis bulbs

we store and plant each year

are coming up again

and my wife Ronnie

is so pleased.

“I love you, ” she says to them.

“You’re like old friends returning:

Sweet Nymph, Dancing Queen,

Brazza, Rosetta and

Sunny Prince! ”

Oh, never mind that rolled-back stone,

the shock of light,

the garments benighted

with blood,

and all those galactic

hosannas.

This resurrection

suffices.

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