Watch her
kneel spell-
bound in
green prayer
looking
across
the leaf’s
pulpit
(gently
swaying
twig in
rigid
reverence)
none would
think such
grace could
(come, let
us pray)
in the
blink of
an I
(forever,
forever,
amen)
transmogrify.
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