An Easter Poem (A Day Early)

Allow me to compose for You,
for I called You
a poem knowing that You
in all You
are

are art.

You are words dripping
from my tongue, satiating
A thirst for medium
form, and style,
Life.

I called

You, Poetry.
You showed up
late and underdressed,
A sight to behold.

All glory,
In the sunlight.

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