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She fans the word

(For my daughter) A word round and full finally blooms on the raw tongue of the child. It makes her giddy. She fans the word by her bear and bunny by the flowers in the vase by the strange forms in the mirror by the water breaking loose from the hose. She fans the word as a peacock fans its tail as a man his windfall, unsure of having, afraid of losing it. Sharif S. Elmusa