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Easter Resurrec-tion
By Louisa McKee
Skeletal against the March sky
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She stretches grey and brittle wood
Extends a brown fist toward the hail.
Cracking a gnarled knuckle she rends
Her own flesh to reveal a white vein,
A fallen shard of the full Easter moon.
A flicker of waxy tongues emerges
to taste the night bright air
and test the faint taste of Spring.
Aching with the imperative
To uncurl, unfurl,
Cramped with impatience,
Sweet magnolia overcomes
The containing bud
To stretch her outstretched palm
Towards the morning’s first sun.
