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Anticipating Her Arrival

 

I have asked my husband, What do you think she will look like? He frowns, and I know there is no answer. Not right now. All I know is beauty: crows bursting from a field, a candle flame, a gust of wind after rainfall. These things are beautiful, imprinted somewhere in her face, her hands. Somehow, I know they will be, like the stars.

 

August 2014_Poem 21_Anticipating Her Arrival

 

August 21, 2014, MLT

 

 

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