“We die and rise the same…”
John Donne, The Canonization
The night before the fall,
they had no way to know
winter would freeze
the vines, wither the fruit.
In their joy they had no
idea their sin would prompt
birthdays and funerals,
holidays and weddings,
any excuse to turn
water to wine, toast fresh starts.
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First appeared in Riffs (November 2009). Reprinted in Thirty-First Bird, volume 1.
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