At St. Ignatius Catholic School for Girls
Twelve stand as one to recite
Forgive us our trespasses…
Twenty-four navy knee socks spring
from polished penny loafers,
Starched Peter Pan collars sprout
above a dozen pleated plaid skirts.
Twelve ponytails pulled smooth
Expose unadorned ears that hear
As we forgive those who trespass…
Outside, a solitary snowflake falls,
And a single butterflied ankle,
Poised to take on the world,
Burns beneath a fresh bandage.