All day I’ve built this castle in the sand
and fortified its posts against the fight
that tide and clumsy feet may soon demand.
Shall I compare Lent to a summer’s night?
An intermission gives an actor space
to take a whiz or smoke a cigarette.
We hear the crew push props around the stage.
Shall I compare Lent to a darkened set?
From time to time I’ll comment on a post
or stop by Twitter some to write a line,
but otherwise with this my writing’s toast
until we dip the Karpas in the brine.
I may dissolve my unreserved disguise
and leave these words alone to stop the tide.

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Posted February 22, 2009.