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Mary McCarthy
Offering
I wanted to bring flowers
for our May Altar
in the second grade
but nothing grew
in our stony yard
except Mama’s lilac
and I never could have taken
even one small branch
away from her
she waited so long
for the simple luxury
of that perfume
that brief softness
that delicious air
each breath a sweet oasis
in the driest year
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