by Nick Tabone | May 8, 1999 | Poetry
When He arose,He shrugged off that placeand all its tomb-ish gloomto walk in the days first light. On the street He met Cleophasand from the look on his faceyou’d have swornhe’d seen a ghost, but they embraced thereon the road to Emmaus,where Cleophas held his friend...
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