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Mary Hedengren

this is my first burial and second
birth and another death awaits me when it comes
let it come like a plunge of cold water
resurrection in a rush of a wave
brushing dark hair from off my face
past my ears to my neck clinging
in cumulous cloud swirls when I stand
gasping in the fluorescent presence
of a roomful of arm-crossed
smiling saints.

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