Friday, January 06, 2006

When She is Nine

I just started to see her as pieces.

Today I am waiting for 4:35
when I can stare
at her right eyebrow.

Yesterday it was her upper lip
that I stroked with my paintbrush eyes
and tomorrow I will start on
her left eye.

I have already glanced at it
and I know
it has lashes like mine
but is colored by the genes
of her deceased father.

I expect I will greet him there
with my forgiveness and old love.


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