William B. Robison
Pasche
The vernal equinox descends
like a flatulent hen in the wake of carnival
upon a clutch of vivid eggs
awaiting the break in the seasonal fast
entombed in a covered cornucopia
and in the aftermath of leonine gales
violent perturbation of the icy atmosphere
less zealous zephyrs riffle the interstices
rustling softly cellophane straw strands
probing the shadowed ovoid vertices
as a wayward finger in a ticklish armpit
giggling sudden surprising comedy
one brittle shell broken cracks leech color
but are deftly repaired with oviduct tape
synthetic fibers rosined with mucilage
rendered from the flesh of pet shop ducklings
down dispersed in a week or two
by gentle breezes bearing lamb's wool
Meanwhile in the grass the chosen hare
garbed in purple rabbiteen velvet
whiskers bunched in benign bemusement
wonders warily what is my role here
nostrils twitch sensing an essence
March wind bears the scent of Frankincense

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