Maybe the Finns have it right,
put all the facts in your name:
your dad, your rank, your billing address.
The paintbrush follows
the curve of her back
and the arm reaching to protect.
The mother with the strained neck, eating;
the baby dragging its padded bottom;
the mathematical symbol for yoga.
It says that what comes after
belongs to what came first,
as those eyes of yours
move to the next line.
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