Look
how quiet it is here-
how tight the night bites you.
These small mouths-
how teeth their sharp, small
movements at dawn/sleepless
flour-fingers rolling white dough
& milk churning over & over-
how we care to make a thing beautiful
enough to bear.
How for days & days
there is a new cupcake/a cake/
something with folds/a softness-
anything sweet folded in on itself
like a baby, like a sweetness of faces/
families over a fence.
Spring months march heavy�-
Summer/Winter
& weight, like long-still water,
like glass clouded over
& every morning
in the morning paper:
death in the news.
Dawn birds crying/
some strange choir,
like a host of swallows-
Burning/
but flying over-
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