There, in the middle of the vehicle free road,
she lulled herself, slowly and gently, back, and forth
to the rhythm of her rocking chair, as she sang
her song in earnest defiance, strident,
misquoted words of randomly recollected hymns,
but she cared not a damn.
Perhaps we should all have joined in
form a kind of manic impromptu congregation
right there,...
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