Saturday before Easter;
Warm at last.
Mud along the river
Becoming
Wanderable stone,
And flooded barrens
Prairie again, pouring
Grasses upward,
Wind-bent and chin-high.
Freight moves free again
Along furnace-spun webs
Away from unlocked canals,
Joy and regret unfolding,
Tumbling over and around
Through opened dams,
Spilling into unhidden-again sunsets,
Saturday after Good Friday.
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