at noon
at noon lush rug cuts rolling moundas dew of dawn gleams across pastureis this utopia?where land over flowswith milk and honeywhether march, may, or juneand the drowning seas of sky bluehang clouds off rafters until breathless noonoh rolling fluorescent green hillsof bountiful gloryin which red and white man fightfor the love of landwhere black man slaved hand over handfor the love of landand frontiersman travel with cover buggyfor the love of landon sunday,the only methodist white brick church ringsa clumsy swayed bell and at noon,woman with long drawn out skirtsand extravagant hatspillowing head as they laysay their good days, so longs, and good byesdedicated to the “Almighty”they saybut we know that they knowthat inside the houses they praythat God will heal the sins of todayand yesterdayacross townbronzed coffee colored mills rustremember yester yearwhen things were lucrativebut now it’s a ghost town offluorescent green rolling hillsand smoked out poundswith acid rainand caddy shacks that are laced withembedded treesthat still breathealoudsoft soundsnow they must be closed and containedand hushed for another timeby noon,wake up Jerichoand tell the birds to come homewake up Jerichoand tell the birds to come home Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 06:30 AM PST 0 • 9
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"at noon lush rug cuts rolling moundas dew of dawn gleams across pastureis this utopia?where land over flowswith milk and honeywhether march, may, or juneand the drowning seas of sky bluehang clouds off rafters until breathless noonoh rolling fluorescent green hillsof bountiful gloryin which red and white man fightfor the love of landwhere black man slaved hand over handfor the love of landand frontiersman travel with cover buggyfor the love of landon sunday,the only methodist white brick church ringsa clumsy swayed bell and at noon,woman with long drawn out skirtsand extravagant hatspillowing head as they laysay their good days, so longs, and good byesdedicated to the “Almighty”they saybut we know that they knowthat inside the houses they praythat God will heal the sins of todayand yesterdayacross townbronzed coffee colored mills rustremember yester yearwhen things were lucrativebut now it’s a ghost town offluorescent green rolling hillsand smoked out poundswith acid rainand caddy shacks that are laced withembedded treesthat still breathealoudsoft soundsnow they must be closed and containedand hushed for another timeby noon,wake up Jerichoand tell the birds to come homewake up Jerichoand tell the birds to come home..."