It’s A Stroll With The Lord

IT’S A STROLL WITH THE LORD

it’s a stroll with the lord
down the cypress avenues blowing
grapes of wind down the breeze
plumed and gentle, the
rustic swans gathering
in the tide of hay and
roads leaving
the agnostic wine
of the revolution
acetic while still
a little dumbfounded
and deaf to the logic of time’s
Miraculous Parabola

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