Yard Sale of Thoughts

Easter is a feast of hope;
stomach rumbles like
a massive stone.

Sunday afternoon 
rolled away
a banquet
after a spiritual fast.

Lack 
determines what will last.

The excess stripped away. 
sacrificial lamb,
slice of ham,
pink as driveway blossoms.

Spring is about awakening,
a butterfly's second life, 
optimism,
be it brief,
spreads like butter on a knife.

I savor hot cross bun wisdom,
and on my devilish fork
an innocent potato-au-gratin
makes the ultimate sacrifice.

From my peripheral vision, 
a pyramid of raisins,
a dessert carefully risen
waits to be opened.

In this feast I see 
time, preparation––
the courage to plant something 
that may never 
reach the kitchen.

And like those women 
sent for the anointing,
faith swells within me
like the growing sun.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover Art: Antoni Uniechowski