Calla LiliesJuly 1998 They fold and turn in upon themselves a perfect sweep into their own embrace A cup, a chalice filled with shadows Novice nuns nodding and whispering prayers in their white wimples Attendant and erect like nurses with their caps and bandages In a night garden they glow and promise a handful of the moon At a wedding they mirror the bride a silken skin under a white veil At a funeral they supply a shroud to warm the walk down the path of white winter snow
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