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As if with a beginner's scissors
you peel the sun and on your arms
each strip hung out to dry -- you too

need steps, reaching up to plant
the way all grapevines clasp
something still damp, careful

how to fold and your child's sleeves
almost singing, almost
one holds the other, up, up and you
are picking a small blouse
already pink, opening
for your warm mouth and wings.

-- Simon Perchik