blanketed a foot deep
with bluebonnets,
highlighted here and there
with Indian paintbrushes.
People it with barefoot nuns
clad in blood-red habits,
lapsed into a moment
of human frailty,
lifting their faces skyward,
pretending they’re members
of the London Bach Choir
backing up The Stones
and belting out the ear-shattering
finale of “You Can’t Always
Get What You Want.”
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