Failing that we can plan to have a democracy
While keeping Utopia as our destination.
By the way there is this town called Utica
In New York State. It features an old man
Crossing a street with the aid of a cane.
With his other hand he holds his bag
Of provisions for the day. The dust
Has a chance to live in Utica
And the sediment of old desire
Serves as bedrock. Come on by.
Stop for a drink and hear the parishioners
Sing with dry throats and worn hymnals open.
Witness the turning leaves and red brick walls
And feel your heart break forever
At silence as it was never meant to be.November 2016
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