It is mostly her face,
a moon-wide face, that I think of,
telling the funny stories, keeping straight.
She taught children to speak
the language of their neighbors.
She prayed for her Guatemalan housemaid.
She traveled to Greece, to Spain,
and in the ruins and castles
kept the same unsentimental face,
seeing things straight
for all their crooked stories.
She told me the tale of Pasiphae
with great delight,
a parable of passion and science.
We were standing in the labyrinth.
She knew the way out.
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