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child
by Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier

The child
Playing, like God, nicely.
I look and see her back.
She's seated cross-legged and intent,
     flowers around and accepted.
I don't know what she's imagining
     but I see she has no need to turn.

She's made spires out of mud
Tall enough to sit upon her shoulders,
     epaulets of earth water-formed.

Her arms fold under her head,
     an ankle placed upon a knee.
She breathes the heavy sweetness of no cares.

She can rest.
I can love her.

Not for me or anyone
She stretches her arms,
Reverses,
Curls comfort—full into herself.
A thousand castles,
A million queens,
     crumble in her company.

That's how she starts the day.

© Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier

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