the great organ music--
the pipe organ music
in my little white car
rushing through
horizon to horizon
windmills!
White windmills--
space-age sleek;
hard wings stemmed
into the sky;
each arm outreaching
the semi truck scurry below--
in their rows, they mark positions
in a grand ballet.
They will not disobey
the direction of the wind.
What joy to be a pipe
or blade alive, athrob,
all open-throated song
of the Spirit.
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