daybreak, judea washed in peach,
light binds pilgrims' white cloth
day leavens as flat bread
cracks over pitch and smoke
on an ass Elias comes,
the caps laugh
and ladies sigh
each hoof beat
shifts its axis
peach ripens to
burnt red as
day fades
passover the proconsul's uneven sleep,
truth unsettles dream
the carpenter shifts a plank
and nails it to the mast,
our breath soars and is contained
His head lifts us
past gates
where pilgrims gather.
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