After The Hunt

In thick bed of green grass
On a Minnesota lawn
Hides an Easter egg
From the children’s hungry eyes.

The eggshell is not thick
And within life’s secrets lie.
Yes, inside inside inside
An entire universe resides.

The children never find the egg
And soon the thin shell splits,
Spider cracks expose life’s secrets
To the moist and worm-wrung dirt.

From the Easter egg then sprouts
The fabled Easter tree
With chocolate peanut butter sap
And broad, pastel-colored leaves.

All of life’s sweet secrets there
Sugar silent in the wind.
The mysteries of fertile faith
And marshmallow fowl without end.

After The Hunt

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