the set and the storm poem
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Binah • November 5, 201212
Arching aboveCrimson fronds bowRippling chartreuse boughs pirouetteBronze foliage sweeps zephyrsGolden mums bank the ground,Footlights beneath the proscenium.
It is nine o’clock Monday morn.The neighborhood holds in its breathAnd its denizens.An empty stage awaits Hurricane Sandy.
Daveners cross the empty streetStrutting players in a divine theatreExeunt.Divine Dramaturgy.
Rebbetzin Faigie Horowitz
The Setand the Storm
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