For joy awaiting
swallowing lumps down the throat,
father, doctor, her
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Category: Unplugged
Passing by
As pregnant clouds pass
over rain-awaiting town
hover I, on air
Books be like
An exciting start,
dragging, then tumbling to close
a story’s story
Partial
Means naught for mother
the rivalries of children
all hers, all the same
