“Alleluia!”
I heard it, stopped, and turned around.
Damned if it wasn’t the amaryllis,
Lined up in the window box,
Their red-striped throats open,
Praising the Lord.
(by Margaret Minis; I found this while perusing an EFM brochure, and it reminded me of something Will Campbell would write)
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