Seder

Dry winds blow
The last clouds fly by
Blowing, disturbing kicking up the sky

Hot sands flow
My feet stepping by
Sweeping, drooping wondering why

Boiled water purges
over cracks and seams
Seeking smothering the unseen

Wood snaps and crackles
a hot flame burns in the lights
Scalding decaying, administering last rites

Feather light we check
Admonish that we did forget
Explaining, feasting and now it is all set

Cool winds blow
Retreating clouds sing
Ushering out the last crumbs of spring

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