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On Good Friday,
we crack eggs
and usher prayers over
offerings of French Toast
drip
drip
dripping
over the wet of the yolk
to make angel smiles of yellow boomerangs
on countertops against napkin folds
piecing together my own
portrait of sunshine
to fill our bellies with the sweetness
of the juice that flows
when Springtime comes to resurrect
us from ourselves
time and time again and
we give thanks
to every second
chance.
This was written by our contributing writer, Aimee Donnell.
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