“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, June 3, 2013

day 2. slumber/Our Lost Jungle

Diminishing Hexaverse


Baby number two
eight years later is
even harder than
the first. Not enough
sleep, a l w a y s  s l e e p y…

The babe whimpers -
I must have dozed.
I stumble, eyes
closed, to the crib

pick him up
pat his… legs?
Something’s odd.

My child’s
up side

down!

 

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