-Easter Sunday-
Sun beats down on my dry
scarred
pale legs.
Easter Sunday's come and gone.
Marked only by a tan line
and some progress in a book.
Notes stumble, forming my loud
cracking
slurred voice.
Easter Sunday's ending now.
Marked by music
and an ice cream treat.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
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