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Poem on Good Friday
by Daniel Boland
From Canary Spring 2020
Daniel lives in the Ottawa River Watershed. The Ottawa River is the second largest river in eastern Canada and is mostly located within the Canadian Shield.
An awakening, groggy earth
nurses its ice-wine hangover.
Its heart begins to speak in rivers and streams.
Craters and potholes have widened;
bleached, resurrected scraps of paper
fly like liberated avatars in the wind.
It’s no wonder the Celts fell in love
with the Christian story
with all its rocks and thorns.
In the tawny grass
a few impossibly yellow and lilac crocuses
are splashing like sacred animation.
Raking must be done.
Taxes must be paid.
The tomb must be found
empty
so the swollen rivers can flow
and the robin can nest in the eaves.
© Daniel Boland