Sweet July

 

 

Tiny beads of baby sweat

Atop her perfect nose

As she nurses

Then falls asleep, still attached.

Sunlight : faded cotton on her cheeks

Her face soft with peace;

            All rounded edges,

She dozes while her sister plays doctor

            Her shirt covering from the nose down;

            As she operates on the sand castle,

A butterfly

            Fat

            Brown

            And orange

            Drinks water from the wheel-well of her

Brother’s Tonka truck.

It is innocent and beautiful – as they are –

In the warm afternoon.

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