home in the storm in the springtime and rain’s good

for the farmers but I didn’t bring my

umbrella and I’m wearing my only

decent jacket, trousers, and dress shoes

so by the time I hit the porch I’ll be

baptized but good by the flood but at church

and Sunday School everything was the bright

side and always darkest before the dawn

and clouds with silver linings and April

showers bring May flowers—I don’t know why

I put up with religion except that

the drugstore’s too far away so I can’t

buy comic books but every two or three

months. Will I ever learn how the stories end?

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