From a movie
Drinking tea
From china cups
Among the exotic
In a faded place
The air hot and heavy
The smell of sulphur
Everywhere
A terrible tormenta
Spanish for storm
Is raging
Unleashing hail
The blackest sky
Apocalyptic
Uprooting ancient
Trees blowing the roof
Off a shanty church
What an authentic
Pentecost might do
With scant regard
For our attachments
The sacred icons
By which we are
Connected to the Divine
Snatched from our grasp
So that we have nothing
To hold
Us back from surrender
To that which we cannot
Control
(San Antonio De Areco,Argentina)
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