Hymn of Praise

yes for all
the usual things love
reeking massiveness
into the thin air tracery
of cicada wing distant
spray of falls this great
juggernaut of a turning world yet
too my mother he said even toned
in prosaic light was not
a good mother and another this was our
unspoken deal or she I
was so unhappy the ripening
of knowledge the new fact
of fall through the quickening
air sweetness gaining speed
and weight the straightmost
line of its path through the
heavens that declare your glory


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