Left (gently) on a church doorstep
Shadows, a skirt skims cobblestones
Hurried steps, last look back.
Says the nun, rubbing her hands against the morning chill
A baby girl,
The old priest, bone weary,
Enfolds the infant in his cassock;
She’s had a false start,
But we’ll make it right.
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