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The new Bishop arrives in Pérez Zeledón [81]
The new Bishop arrives in Pérez Zeledón
Clouds play peek-a-boo with moon and sun.
Deer cavort in the dapple of shade trees.
Brightness, darkness, come and go.
But on a cloudless day
all flee from shadows that move:
a hawk at noon,
an owl at midnight,
hunters that promise eternal shade.
We stare at the skies
knowing men can't fly,
how Icarus burnt his wings.
Yet there! Above us! A man aloft,
below the dark shadow of a plane.
Some cry, some wail.
Some know to hail—
the new Bishop has arrived.
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