Half Moon

A half moon
this late March
is coasting silently,
reverently,
toward Easter.

I always am watching
for the pageantry
of a withered dandelion ball
replenishing nightly into
a wonderful fulness.

How others tell sacred stories
of the loose stone,
freeing invisible mysteries
and unveiling them for me–
a joyous face.

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