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the Bible is as historical

as you or I

and feathered as our words

fly,

a crow there, a peacock,

a sparrow pecking sidewalk

crumbs.

We both know it takes centuries

to say that,

bumming it,

riding the rails of that railroad,

you and I whistling past

all stops.

8 August 2002

from Image-Nation 26 (being-thus

Robin Blaser

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