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Funeral Lilies
by Catherine Hathaway

Soon I will join the soil
which feeds my blossoms.
Lilies, my favorite bloom, in
peach-pink and tiger and
New England-sunset red
pushed up by my compost.

They will come for awhile,
and tend to my babies.
When they stop, or die,
I'll join the air. Once again
I'll leave my children, and
atoms clinging, peace envelops me.
How luck rains from sodden skies
to be a flower
before the final wilting.

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