Woman Washing Dishes Her hair has come loose from its elastic, A curl spilling down from her left ear. In the living room, their daughter stands On her father’s feet, her hands in his, Swinging wildly to the blaring radio And their laughter as, laughing, he looks up And through the open doorway to the kitchen Where she stands, scrubbing; the curl Spilling over her left ear, bobbing In time with their music, her shoulders moving Back and forth, like laughter, up and down.
