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I baptize the suds from my daughter’s hair at the end of her daily ritual cleansing;
Dry, diaper, dress.
Like Moses splitting the sea,
I part her hair and wonder which side of the rift I tread water.
I hold in my mind’s eye the image of a man and a burning bush—
Bird in hand, did he rescue the bird?
Or are his eyes glazed over with hunger rather than smoke;