This perfect morning contravenes
With a wedding and a feast
People line up to see
The high meadows filled with wildflowers
And thrust their hands in the wounds
Where creeks are running again
And the lacy waterfalls astonish
With their fierce joys
To have seen what your new body
Looks like briefly seems enough
Fragrance to go on
That the earth turns right and fair
Even if the world
Seems not to care
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