Mop Woman

Mop Woman Near dwarf this woman. Foreign born. Minsk, perhaps. Nose a fist. Hair a whisk broom only black. Her back an Orthodox cupola, her arms braids of gym rope lowered to the floor. Orangutans could climb those ropes, hand over hand, no rose no purple doughnuts on their hinds. Near dwarf this woman. Foreign born. Minsk, perhaps. Her hands, all gristle, hang an inch, no more, above her shining floor. Donal Mahoney