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Deaf Alphabet
Unusually rainy May,
Your mother wary,
We slipped.
Braver than I
You began
Touching my forearm
Feather-strokes
Lifting us somewhere
Ancient and crisp.
Later, cupping my hands,
You taught me signs,
Quiet language,
Tracing “o” then “v”.
Thank-you is done
Moving the fingertips
Away from the mouth
To a palm-up position.
My still hands
Never forget
The most simple terms:
Breath, apple, equal.
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