She Bathes Her Young Son in the Early Morning: A Poem
morning coming like a storm
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1 min readApr 15, 2019
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in the sweet early morning which is succulent dresses child. the laundry still hanging in the open window. morning coming like a storm she dresses her small child she bathes him first and he looks at the wall in bewilderment at the sensation of cooling soap water these roughgentle hands. the hero undoing the curtain in the other room. for whom is the television livid. the city arches its back.
