The Easter Basket

Tara M. Clapper
Behold the beauty:
Of lost dawn
And aching words,
Of seldom comfort
And needy noise;
Of springtime woes
And death reborn;
The poet's cries,
She is so worn.

It was a book in a basket
Surrounded by plastic grass
and the careless ephemera
of youth.
It was a book in a basket
That I'll always remember
For you.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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