Rite of Spring

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Jerry

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Common Grackles rested

on the naked Maple canopy.

Like aneurysms waiting

to burst into flight

they bent the thinning branches.

 

They had every rite of spring.

Some of them loitered

through the winter

and saw their reflections on ice.

What freedom to stay.

 

Christ stayed on the tree

and burst unto death

and burst into flight.

 

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3 responses to “Rite of Spring”

  1. Wanda S. Maxey Avatar
    Wanda S. Maxey

    Love it, Jerry. “Christ stayed on the tree and burst unto death and burst into flight.” Awesome.

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    1. Jerry Avatar
      Jerry

      Christ had every right to call it off. Thank God he didn’t!

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  2. Noreen Avatar
    Noreen

    Anyone who can write about grackles, surely has a gift.

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