"The Kingfisher"
Easters
fast escape us
like every
Christmas
comes and goes
like a Graduation
where the parent
is excluded
and the lost
prodigious progeny
eventually
makes their quest
for an elusive
Holy Grail
buried under shale
or burnt ashes
floating on air, where,
the breeze pushes back
remnants onto your face,
into your eyes, the
windows open, or,
dives, following
the purple agapanthas,
submerged five fathoms below;
once was certainly...
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