easter 09

i'm not a big fan of easter.

(inside the now u-shaped vw van i look under the blanket in paul's carrier and see part of the rear signal light)

(waking up on easter morning i learn that my brother is dead)

a celebration of rebirth has been tinged with irony for me for years.

tonight i'll go to the firepit and burn little scraps of paper in a purely symbolic act.

as those embers rise skyward into the night i claim my right for renewal.

b.