“exactly the forehead, exactly the mouth, exactly the hands”

exactly the forehead, exactly the mouth, exactly the hands
with that same dirty stain near the fingernail


with little braids
in an old-fashioned dress
with a dahlia at the cheek, a strawberry at the lips
in that blue grey band in the hair


(and: will the ash blossom?)


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