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At Cana

Updated: 7 days ago

A meditation on two Marys


in this way

glass grows heavy

with wine—

a plundered bride price

breaks over

his head in opalescent

shards—

she ran to him, but could not touch him

for she’d already returned

breathless

with word—

and the fruit of her

heart’s ponderings

distills

in slow years when

he runs up temple steps, barefoot,

bee-stung and becoming—

poured out again

grown

in the bowl of her eye.



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