midwest housewives decorated in flowering
curtain shades move from one corner to
the next singing in thier pine boxes.
and sunday school children with proud
names like james and john turn the suns
violent rays into grassy sermons.
for corn silo prophets who wear faded
blue jeans fo preach over a.m. tuned
radios on green and brown tractors.
while in the kitchen the leaven in the
oven is still rising so the childen
must walk softly,
chasing imaginary crickets over old
creeky floorboards hear how they sing.
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