The Hairbrush
A small hairbrush
On a small shelf
Over her bed
We had talked together
The night before
Not about the weather
Hurricane
Raining; 40 days and 40 nights
Had we talked about the weather
We had talked about things
Things difficult to talk about
Hard to continue, hard to stop
I had seen her comb her hair
I had not seen her brush it
It was a small hairbrush
A brush made for smaller hands than mine
I could picture her mother; brushing her hair
A memento; of mother lost
I showed her the brush; standing in front of the mirror
Picture a beach: children playing under the sun
Picture a beach: winter storm coming on strong
Picture a mirror: two faces
Picture two facial expressions
Changing; like waves on the sea
Picture a bed
Picture two people sharing it
Close encounters
I decided to by her a gift
Thought about what to buy
Not a hair brush
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