Easter
The soft spoken
weariness of politicians,
their secret hope
the long,
unhappy dream of the fathers
would
stop dead in its tracks,
like homes under siege
encased in decaying dreams.....
permitting a new day to burst forth,
a pseudo resurrection,
one more chance to ride the coattails of
an ever expanding universe.
Easter calls its halt,
a remembrance
that stops the short lived chatter
to contemplate the risen.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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