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This one is, uh, for Mary Oliver. I didn't know she had passed on. Callalily. Walking tonight, watching the plants, sharing moments in space with them. I looked inside a Callalily and saw a fat, yellow striped, black bumblebee curled around the heart of the flower. She is sleeping. I didn't know they slept in flowers. I didn't think they slept at all. I wanted to awaken her. She is a harvest moon inside a callalily. I wanted to awaken her. But I didn't. It wouldn't be right. Besides, as she is, as she sleeps in peace with the sky as her blanket, and cotton pedals as her pillow, as she sleeps undisturbed, we are one. (Sound of a cell door closing.) These commentaries are recorded by Noelle Hanrahan of Prison Radio.