|Dogwood by Melissa McMasters|
There is no mask today. I am naked,
though you may not notice. Expectation
would be necessary—or at the least,
a second take—what we do each morning
in years we are determined to see buds
opening up into leaves and blossoms
on spring dogwoods and cherry trees.
There was no mask today. Worship stripped me
into contemplation, and your soft talk
kept prayer with me—not without passion,
but slow as bread rising. No doubt we will
bake it. No doubt greens and whites and pinks
will decorate live trees in time. We work
and watch. We don’t want to miss anything.
|Dogwood tree flowers by Steve Karg|
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