epHEmeRa

in the palm of my left hand

fragments of my daughter

toenail clippings

 

I will consume them

one and the next

savouring the grit of dirt

the season of young sweat

each a confection

youth in Summer

 

at last

when they have all gone

she will be

in no small way

a part of me

again

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