Sugar Egg

I believe in unexpected recoveries
reversals of light suddenly the encroaching darkness
turns back; the hollow languages; the bats are in flight

and the lilies sing and the irises.
it is Easter morning and through the panorama sugar egg's view
I spy my jonquils of an early spring, small rosebuds too
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this isnt happening the note takers sputter
dressed in their clinical whites
while the very tree the lightning struck

is blossoming profusely and utterly
before their eyes.

mary angela douglas 3 september 2020