Breaking through

This entry is part 15 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Fresh holes gape in a maple trunk,
as if from some Roman
soldier’s lance.

The new, smooth ground of ice and sleet
hasn’t quite set;
I keep breaking through.

Cardinals peck at the plowed road,
gathering faux teeth
for their reliquaries.

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