Mop Woman

by February 15, 2014 0 comments

Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born, Minsk,
perhaps. Her nose

a fist. Her 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
on their hinds.

Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,

Her hands, all gristle,
hang an inch, no more,
above her shining floor.

editors note:

Most notice the shine, poets notice the shiner. – mh

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