. . [ 3 poems from New and Selected ] . . White Wings . . Tucked in each pew’s back pocket, hymnals simmered in mote-light until Sundays when the soiled rough hands of farmers lifted those songbibles, pages spread like white wings being set free, but what rose was one voice woven from many, […]
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