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Audio: Read by the author. 

 

 

Easter, I make myself space
in a pew facing a pillar 
four feet wide, I’d say, gray, 
mottled, plastered countenance, 

and the woman squeezed 
to my left worries I cannot see
the priest or chorus or babies
lined up for a blessing, late 

as I am to celebrate 
the empty tomb, while kids 
here at Saint Francis climb 
over my knees, in and out  

against this stanchion,
as if I were the father, raising
them close among us
who see as best we can. 

 

 


Robert Stewart’s latest books include Working Class: Poems (Stephen F. Austin State) and The Narrow Gate: Essays on Writing, Art & Values (Serving House). He is editor emeritus of New Letters magazine at the University of Missouri–Kansas City. 


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