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The hairbrush

A small hairbrush On a small shelf Over her bed We had talked together The night before Not about the weather Hurricane Raining; 40 days and 40 nights Had we talked about the weather We had talked about things Things difficult to talk about Hard to continue, hard to stop I had seen her comb her hair I had not seen her brush it It was a small hairbrush A brush made for smaller hands than mine I could picture her mother; brushing her hair A memento; of mother lost I showed her the brush; standing in front of the mirror Picture a beach: children playing under the sun Picture a beach: winter storm coming on strong Picture a mirror: two faces Picture two facial expressions Changing; like waves on the sea Picture a bed Picture two people sharing it Close encounters I decided to by her a gift Thought about what to buy Not a hair brush

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