Backyard Easter

The amaryllis bulbs

we store and plant each year

are coming up again

and my wife Ronnie

is so pleased.

“I love you, ” she says to them.

“You’re like old friends returning:

Sweet Nymph, Dancing Queen,

Brazza, Rosetta and

Sunny Prince! ”

Oh, never mind that rolled-back stone,

the shock of light,

the garments benighted

with blood,

and all those galactic


This resurrection


by Carmine Giordano

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