As I rushed
into the sanctuary
at the last minute before the procession,
I heard a giggle in the back
corridor; glancing behind me
I saw her in her sweeping white gown,
long bare arms, blonde curls contained
in a delicate crown of flowers.
She waved at me, smiling,
excited to bursting
as if she were going
to her senior prom.
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