Rising

 

Kalacs rises in mixing

bowls under beach towels. Mother

rinses our Easter bread

down the sink from the fakanál

used to stir the dough.

I peer at the neighbors.

Praying

mantis perches himself

on the pane. His green body

looks elsewhere and I

join him.

–Elizabeth Lacey

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