Monday, March 5, 2012


And that evening
all the voices of Canada
came carried on the winds
out of the northwest at dusk,
blowing the flimsy white frilled drapes about
in the old woman's window; and she stood leaning
on the sill with her housedress billowing all around her
like she was young again, her hair blowing back, and she smiled.
"Oh thank you, Palestrina", she said, "Oh thank you, Palestrina", again
as Missa Benedicta Es swirled in her heart, in the air, in the night all around her.

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