Winter 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2008 |

The Hallelujah Chorus

It rained 2 days in a row, hard cloudbursts, wet grass right in the middle of fevered days of late August when it is so hot in Arkansas that down deep where the Carp and the Bass move slow among the lazy weeds, the river stones break into a sweat. And it cooled things off at night just a bit so now in the dark all of the tiny night creatures stroll out onto their dark limbs, banjos and mouth harps in hand, and they are singing their exultant ecstatic chorus like old dark church women drunk with the Spirit who cannot stop praising the Lord to save their lives.

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