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they enter a liminal space
of branchless green.
its cotton blossoms will sail above water.
she dances and chants
she is wearing crimson in the night.

now mary don't you weep.
there is a table for 12 to set.
and babies to rock to sleep

this is her dance.
she is casting magic
she blows the wind from her lips
as she cranks and she cranks ...
a tin can sifter of magical flour dust