I bought a dishmop–
having no daughter–
for they had twisted
fine ribbons of shining copper
about white twine
and made a tousled head
of it, fastened it
upon a turned ash stick
slender at the neck
straight, tall–
when tied upright
on the brass wallbracket
to be a light for me
and naked
as a girl should seem
to her father.
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