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Poem

Kanaka Ha. Ma.

THE CURSE

Scrubbed hands, feet, face
And went to bed —
A small feather on the bed
Picked it up gently
Hands still damp

Small downy feather
Poised on fingertip
Feather of a baby sparrow

Tucked it inside the pages of a book,
Tenderly closed it.
Now the page is wet too.

Tomorrow morning
It will not multiply
As it once did

THE CURSE

Close

THE CURSE

Scrubbed hands, feet, face
And went to bed —
A small feather on the bed
Picked it up gently
Hands still damp

Small downy feather
Poised on fingertip
Feather of a baby sparrow

Tucked it inside the pages of a book,
Tenderly closed it.
Now the page is wet too.

Tomorrow morning
It will not multiply
As it once did

THE CURSE

Scrubbed hands, feet, face
And went to bed —
A small feather on the bed
Picked it up gently
Hands still damp

Small downy feather
Poised on fingertip
Feather of a baby sparrow

Tucked it inside the pages of a book,
Tenderly closed it.
Now the page is wet too.

Tomorrow morning
It will not multiply
As it once did
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