Four

So soon after the start 
of a new year and I'm trying 
         not to think of sad

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Green crysanthemums
in a tall glass of water help
        to change the tempo of the room

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When I get up for a glass of water
at four in the morning, I remember
       breastfeeding my babies at that hour

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Their little mouths were full
of hunger and pleasure, 
       everything at the same time

One Reply to “Four”

  1. I love this piece, which recalls the wonder of watching an infant respond to the world. Now that I have a two-month-old granddaughter, I’m reliving that experience.

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