the baby next door,
crying. you hear the man
go in. saying something.
he sings sweetly to the child,
you hear the chimes
of the mobile
over the crib.
the baby stops crying
while the father
keeps singing. he has
a beautiful voice.
it surprises you.
you lie in your bed
against the shared wall
and listen.
the baby is now quiet.
so are you.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
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