upon seeing Matisse

just the suggestion
of woman
of water
I
re
read
re
call
my eyes
her feet
bright and
wet and
washing
ourselves
of where
of
where
we've been
  
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straight and narrow

upon the death of my grandmother

flower
buckles
white
satin
straight
her jacket
straight
her back
narrow
and not
unnoticed
her gaze
now below my own
brow

I did not know
her
to speak
of though I have
her
fortress eyes
thick
like walls
and casting their own
shadow

and as they
close
I see
on my own
hands
the skin
grown
thin
and know
and know her
straight
and narrow
jacket
fits
us
all 

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