We, with long fingers and
deft movements,
tame freshly washed hair
into three equal parts.
Without thought,
strands become one,
twisting over and
over to fall gently down
a smooth bare back
in the mirror,
we turn, preening-
smooth the sides
stroke the length of braid.
Ghostly generations
nod approval.
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