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Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday

Step between the flowers
Spent, in between
The branches green,
Some far past green,
Where a black bird sits
On ivy that ceased its
Ascent, the brown browning
Up sticks crossing,
Pointing like fingers
To what is left:
So death climbs before
This life rises once more.