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sixty years ago, I used to hear every
Sunday that Jesus was coming: the

preacher wasn’t specific but said it
could be any hour or minute but

certainly before next Sunday: next
Sunday would come but no Jesus, and

the preacher never seemed embarrassed
for his disaster quotient was as high

as ever, and certainly something had
to happen before next Sunday: Jesus

was coming, the good people would be
caught right up where they were,

fishing or frigging, and the graves
were to fly open, the nice people

winging away, and the bad folks about
to get it: well, all this will do

well as a statement of the provisionality
of things, a warning not to rely on

any morrow but to check out today:
I guess that’s why the congregation

never seemed alarmed to be there but
skittish about ever being there

again: after all, it’s what the Bible
said: and most of all it sounded

right: a sky rock the size of Rhode
Island, already on course if a million

years off, is probably what they,
I mean the preacher, was/were really

worried about because it might hit
any minute: but the boats this morning

down by the steamboat landing, now
the Farmers’ Market, bobbed barely

in the boat shed, each boat in its
stall standing in water quiescent as

the giant bulls in the bull barn after
a draining emotional experience: (you

know how they run out the artificial
cow, mounted on something like a

slender wheelbarrow, all of which the
bull mounts, willing, no doubt, to

be fooled but worried something’s not
completely right: what, tho, won’t

a creature do for a little relief:
no telling how many times the bull

has to come every year: but that is
an unworthy verbal effect: the bulls

are royalty, prizewinning ribbons
cascading down their stall doors:)

but it was pouring rain this morning
after months of dry weather, and the

boats appeared sulled in their booths,
adoze like the nearly satisfied

bulls, but the people at the market
were mostly missing, a cold rain,

an anxious rattle of rain on the tin
roof, the greens still not hit by

frost: a sense of an imminence, a
change, snow pellets in the higher

elevations: we need to think of the
power of prevention and the prevention

of power