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Easter Again

Christ rose so long ago but the air

he rose through hasn’t forgotten

the slight red contrail from the wounds.

I think he was headed

to that galaxy with six trillion stars

to cool off from the Crucifixion.

I have often heard the spikes

being driven through hands

and feet — in my mind, that is.

The sky was truly dark blue

that day and earth a tiny

green-and-blue ball.