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11 years ago in Art
The beards of grandmothers and the beards of grandfathers
are more real than the stars
and every evening gray falls in sidereal plaits
streaked by prayers as white as shampoo.
Predecessors, like you I would lie down to dream
and let my hair wash the light of the moon.
II.
Of course I resent my new beard!
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