Issue #103

Even the tumult
Spun up by the rumble of
Three children comes to

A hush when the flocks
Of sandhills fly overhead.
Their prehistoric

Trumpet trill is the
Gloria of dusk’s mass and
They seek river’s edge

As if a call to
Baptism. Their migration
The return of the

Roving church before
We turn the clock back again.
A farmer burns brush

In a nearby field -
Incense. An apple tree holds
The season’s last fruit -

Communion. We get
Home after the kid’s bedtime.
Time is the blessing.

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