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Adirondack


by Gary Percesepe


after Mark Strand

 

This featureless age holds us in distain,

So too, the sage that speaks of only fate,

And always the steeple, the ship, the acid rain.

 

Somewhere up north a loon cries in pain,

A deal is done. Here, it is too late.

This featureless age holds us in distain.

 

Another tap upon the pane,

Two cats wrestle on the broken crate,

And always the steeple, the ship, the acid rain.

 

Is this another dream, the soul's slow drain?

Who stopped the clock at 4:28?

This featureless age holds us in distain.

 

The hollow moon rides high beside the train,

Tomorrow dinner with the head of state.

And always the steeple, the ship, the acid rain.

 

Contestants teach viewers the sad refrain,

The ancient moonlight will soon abate.

This featureless age holds us in distain,

And always the steeple, the ship, the acid rain.

 

 

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