A Special Day

Easter me I order

but he hears east of me–stares at his compass

then at me

subsequent my shadow

like I’m a sundial

I stamp my foot

Easter me now I clap

thunder sounds far away

I point to rabbits on the periphery of the plaza


he studies his compass and moves off to my right

smiles uncertain

I notice fecund grass growing between stones

the rabbits play craps

ears atwitch

I win.

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