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St. Joseph’s Church, Stephentown, New York

Little church fitted out in oak,

a nutshell or reversed boat,

small barque, four o’clock,

autumn dark.

He’s gone again,

again he’s gone

—toppled tree,

comet pulled down,

daily distress

that asks no less

than that we contrive

to bring him back alive.

Light wind frets the beams.

A warped kneeler keens.

Our silence could be prayer

or mere reverie

as we ply to renovation

from catastrophe—

rough reckoning,

wide sea.