Dear Emma

Dear Emma,

 

you raised every man

your child in touch

 

 

I was once of them,

A flower’s dye, alive

on the endless palm

of your kanga,

 

In twilight I still see

the slow draw

of your long fingers

loving like water

over

what it holds

 

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