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Rustle Tree, Infant Whisper

Ahsabuubahsa,
I say to the baby.
He responds
to running water
with sleep.
Also walking
if he's not watching.
We are a little herd
grazing within doors
and beyond windows
where the wind
owes the pine
for recording
its presence.
Posted byRomanAugust 31, 2024April 24, 2026Posted inPoetryLeave a comment on Rustle Tree, Infant Whisper

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