Saturday, April 4, 2015

April 4th Poem - Reflection


for Anna Langan Brautigan

In a distance made safe by light
I see you before your mirror
spin your hair into a circle
carefully, with warm precision

as though such tasks were luxury.
Wrapping and fastening your hair
with large hairpins shaped like A’s,
you tilt your head gently left then

right, catching a stray strand
you place a final hairpin and
turning to me smile easily
across the decades of your death.

from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro

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