It is the last day of April when
across the street at the entrance to
the county jail shadowed by
the court house
pear trees in a chill wind
blossom and sway me
to reverence the way they
reveal what is
just
right
Audio:
It is the last day of April when
across the street at the entrance to
the county jail shadowed by
the court house
pear trees in a chill wind
blossom and sway me
to reverence the way they
reveal what is
just
right
Audio:
I
bend
I cannot
not bend
before what
or whom
I bend
though
is either
worship
or
suicide
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