by Sufjan Simone

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: April 17, 2009

LIKE THE GENTLE TOUCH OF MY DAUGHTER

I could hear them, those sparrows

as they called to each other

outside my window. Their shadows

dancing on my eyelids, light

and dark.

A breeze finds the slenderest gaps,

reaches my skin. Morning gathers

momentum, bursts silently

upon the ledge. I sense it

like the small hand

Of my daughter

just before she draws

wobbly circles on the soles

of my feet.

Then giggles.

-o-

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