a baby in the yard.
the man
sitting outside fiddling
with a spade
in the dirt.
i say hello,
and stare
at the little baby in
the small
crib.
he has a shock of black
hair
and wandering
fingers
and eyes.
pink arms
stretching out into
this new
unknown world.
is that yours? i ask him.
yes.
he says.
my wife and i, it's ours.
five months
ago. oh my,
i say out loud.
i haven't heard a sound.
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