Is a young woman holding a child
How could she be so bold
As if offering it to me wavering
Trying to picture what she sees in me
That love is the same in both worlds
Assuming its infant form
The original cupid reborn
Flying about the room
Not at all the nativity I planned
The marching band
The palms waving and laid on the road
But the holiness of the world
Sleeping
In my hands
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