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Commuting,
March 18, 1994.
After winter of
heavy snows, come
spring floods--three days
rain, and the Sudbury
River rises.
Thinking, as I scoot across
Rt. 27 causeway, menacing waters separated
by thinnest thread of battered
pavement, that this
is Passover,
and I am the yuppie Moses,
dividing the river with my new
green Caravan, but where
are my Jews?
March, 1994