Newly formed shine,
a wet glistening,
and if you listen
carefully,
you can hear
raindrops
on the last leaves
left upon
Library Park's lawn,
they ones that stay on
till Spring,
like the other brothers
down on Bank Street,
disappearing on Willow,
down on Bank Street,
disappearing on Willow,
running free one E. Liberty
in the Shadow
in the Shadow
of the Holy Land;
I was there
when it opened for a Day...
Did I tell you
by a Trail,
brambled and broken,
Did I tell you
by a Trail,
brambled and broken,
not taken by others
I found,
I found,
in miniature,
the Tomb of Christ?...
What odds,
an agnostic
finds it there,
walking about
where it seemed
where it seemed
others dared not?...
Ah, there's the Lesson;
Ah, there's the Lesson;
in the Question...
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