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Weakly-praised poet J. O'Brien reads
inadequately-praised poet Robert “Uncle Dog” Sward
on the Fourth of July, 2018, on the back porch
in 90-degreee torpor with the grass in need
of mowing and too-few bees sluggish in the yard clover,
He condenses:
Glory be to God for tedium,
for no news about anything.
Glory be to God for inaction,
for not getting things done,
Slow and easy,
slow and easy,
Glory be to God,
O glory.
