The Grateful (Poetry Month #13)

tears slip down her reddened cheeks
wash his dusty feet. She unsandals him.

Drops from an expensive perfume bottle splash
in her palms she massages him heel to toe,

unbraids her long hair, moves it over his refreshed
skin until dry. Her resurrected brother watches.

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