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Easter Vacation. (Easter Poetry).

Easter Vacation

   We celebrated the mystery
   of resurrection by tilling
   our garden this weekend.

   We began with the ritual
   of burning off the stubble
   of last year's bounty.

   The smoke rolled like incense
   across the lawn and deep
   into the woods. A few crows

   scolded the pungent odors
   though I noticed it did not
   stop them from building nests.

   Later when we planted onions,
   those old maids of the field,
   the crows watched from nests

   that seemed more like choir
   lofts than nooks for the darkest
   birds of the rurals. Even their

   squawks were rich with polyphony
   once the garden filled with rows
   of tiny tombs from which the magic

   of green will emerge to remind
   us that what we look for in the
   empty tomb is always with us,

--Fredrick Zydek
Omaha, Neb.
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Author:Zydek, Fredrick
Publication:National Catholic Reporter
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 29, 2002
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