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HANDS OF A WOMAN
~ holding halos of joyous fires ~
for international women’s day
Deep
inside a jasmine bush,
pale pupae,
or folded
turtledove wings
full of
in-between repose
as the future waits,
expectant spectator.
Sudden flight!
A trifling chore
remembered.
These are a woman’s hands.
A woman’s hands…
In dark corners
of cold rooms —
Half moon
brown clay cups
holding
halos of joyous fires,
lighting lamps
one by one,
as they soften
cheekbones of
dispossession.
Woman’s hands:
Today’s undefeated
paper boats
clinging to
dampness of
monsoons past,
are yesterday’s