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very first attempt at a new, invented form…

March 10, 2008


Baby’s Breath

growing, white as crumpled paper,
the leaking droplets of a breast
cresting, falling into the mouth of a sleeping child,
still as the breathy lace along a hillside.


windless, still,
the lacy breaths from a child’s mouth
leak droplets onto a breast,
grown white as crumpled paper along the hillside.

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