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February
1987
the
sun shone bright
that
Sabbath day
down
into
the
courtyard of a pool
where
a man and a man
were
speaking
one
standing
on
healthy feet
one
lying
on
threadbare mats
two
men
trading
words
of
some worth
two
men
beneath
the sun
alone
as
he who stood
spoke
he
who lay
stood
ran
wept
and danced
and
taking up his bed
went
home
in
joy
he
who spoke
remained
other
men regarded
he
who spoke
with
contempt
his
rebuttal
of
their belief
a
gap too great to bridge
and
seeing this
with
clay made eyes
saw
only a shattered law
and
not the law now written
could
they have seen
what
a procession
would
have danced
to the home of he who sang