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KAZANSKY CATHEDRAL

Susan Smith Nash

 

 

Sheltered by a wing

a knot of people -- like me,

we're stranded --

a sudden outpouring of rain,

a wind from somewhere on high,

thunder from the distant past --

 

another sudden outpouring

this time of sound;

bells -- it's 6 pm --

raucous arousal,

the actual bronze

(or whatever metal used in casting spells)

unmetered, dissonant, wet

like breathing in, deep

 

the rain has stopped

it is time to carry on

in silence

 

full moon & white nights,

the moon a silver dome;

a light at midnight, carried

across the waters by starlight