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Annette

Kamala Das

Annette,
At the dresser.
Pale fingers over mirror-fields
Reaping
That wheat brown hair.
Beauty
Falling as chaff in old mirrors,
While calenders
In all
The cities turn....

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]

(C) Kamala Das
04/29/2019


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