Every Easter weekend at our farm by the river
the bunny hid jellybeans.
My sister and I found them on dusty window sills,
behind the salt and pepper shakers, between

napkins in the wooden basket
on the long trestle table that was our grandmother’s.
We’d pop them quickly into our mouths –
sweet was rare in our family.

~ from “Among the Irises”

When you arrived, pushed into splitting glare,
I wasn’t sure you were there - no shrieking red face,
just small, still, quickly veiled

by an oxygen mask, nurse’s fingers
flicking the soles of your feet
as if they could be entry for breath.

~ from “Cord”

Johann Sebastian Bach wrote a quantity of keyboard music:
preludes, fugues, inventions - polyphony,
meaning fragments of melody interweaving like
knit and purl forming a scarf of sound, so that
by the time you play it from beginning to end,
you’re adorned.

~ from “Counterpoint”

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