Show up
Exactly where you'd expect them to.
The electrifying chill of chewing on
a foil wrapper,
A restrained, joyful sermon from
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Father Stephen,
And Mom and Dad waking up to
observe the hunt from the stair,
The warmth of the outside, the tulip buds and the smell of wet grass
Today bring a wistful smile to my face.
The Easter of my youth,
Told in kitsch.