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Portrait Of Woman

For now

she scrubs on hands and knees 
with coffee'd skin, 
a universe of hips;
her shoulderblades are atlas, 
slightly dipped, breasts are earth, 
pulled by gravity.

but she'll soon be home

where her braid is an uncoiled river
that becomes an ocean
and fingers part dark waves
with the strength of Moses