Wednesday, November 13, 2013

SHAKER DANCE

Outside the old stone 
white church—drenched 

in cold November's 
crumbling afternoon 

sun—the western 
wind rattles proudly! his plainsong 

through bald stacks of 
adjacent 

black 
sycamore branches—

Glory! he cackles;
Glory! Hallelujah, America!—

can at least 
still make some snappy old-

fashioned—
American music!

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