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Ministrations
 
Once with a view
of the Empire State: drinking in
that glimmering spire and span.
 
Once by the campus lake,
back flat on a bench, prone to faint
pageants of the Milky Way sky.
 
Once on a loveseat, our host outside
attending the dyspeptic terrier:
all parties earnestly occupied.
 
Once in Central Park, bowtied and tuxed,
while some old letch settled back
in his bushes to watch.
 
Once in a handyman’s truck,
backseat, beside his crumpled-up tarp,
his trusty toolbox pitted with rust.
 
Bliss, O choirboy, open your lips
as elsewhere, elsewhere 
this planet erupts, rocked by all its reckonings
 
with present, with future;
and sing your rapture 
to every toolbox and terrier
 
now elated again, in their one small
cathedral of time, under glow
of stained glass aperture.
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