Talking to My Daughter
1.
Today you are five
thousand two hundred and thirty
five days old. And I want to ask:
are you the axe blade or
the handle are you the wielder
or are you the birch are you
the arms that lug the load are
you fingers that tear yesterday
or a month ago's news are you
the shaper or the shapes
of kindling beneath
the chimney are you the match
striker are you the striking
plate are you the match flame
are you the hovering over
the low barometer are you
the breath or the smoke are you
hands over the coaxing
flames are you the keeper
of them are you the coals aglow
even as you go from the room
upstairs upstairs are you the stars
in your hair
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