Easter Fools

by Jeremy Szuder

There is a great hunt

happening.

Fingers so velvety soft will 

reach high and low and plant 

jovial giggles within the overgrown lawns 

that seem to dance and burst with 

yellow daisies, perhaps the

occasional chrysanthemum.

Truly, the feast lain before 

hungry adolescence is the hunger 

exercised by adults, those too 

wrapped in plastic grass and 

sugar time bombs to know any

different way on such a tricky day

as this. 

Coiffed, primmed, and groomed to

sit in pews, to hear tall tales, to 

cluster and angrily lurch for parking spots 

in lots filled to the very brim 

with bright and bloated bouncy houses 

and maidens cinched up 

in rather exotic day glo fabrics,

and never mind the wafting colognes and

perfumes....

And as I take down this second plate 

of God’s daily bread on a sunny Sunday afternoon, 

I am reminded of one thing;

That everyday should be the day 

to stride right out into the world 

from endless resurrections

and always with chin held high

and always with feet, no matter 

how dog tired, planted firmly and 

without objection onto solid ground.

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Jeremy Szuder has spent 15 years as a musician and graphic designer, 25 years self-publishing Zines, 10 years deejaying, and continues to have illustrations and poems published by fine art and literary publications across the U.S.A. and Canada. He lives in Glendale, California.