Bishop’s Lace Grows Rampant

on the roadways. It’s true,         our favorite flower
is a weed.       It smells like the sacristy where


as an altar girl
I adorned a white robe and rang the bells


for Hallelujah.       For transformations      pay attention and rejoice.
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