Hippity Hoppity
when is easter this year?
i’m not sure why i ask. i’m
certainly not in the market
for a new bonnet. nor will
i attend a service of any sort.
although anything is possible.
no, i suppose i’m just nostalgic
for spring, which is silly for a
couple of reasons. one, it has
already sprung, officially, yes
terday. and two, for nearly
twenty-four years now i’ve
lived in a city where there is
no significant calendar-associative
weather changes at all. boiled
eggs the shells of which have
been plopped into dye, along
with big white chocolate bunnies
can have me harboring warm
associative thoughts, as well,
i suppose. or maybe it’s peter
the personified bunny, a rabbit
among a bevy of bouncing bunnies
with human-like characteristics.
and then i remember watership
down. a book i read almost as
many times as the first few
chronicles of narnia. of course
the most prominent reason
for all of this blabbity-blab
about bunnies and perverted
holidays – i’ve either way too
much free time on my hands
thinking about such hullaballoo
or else i’m doing an awfully
great job at procrastinating.
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