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Fragment at the Beginning of Something…
by David Watts

My son brings me a stone
and asks what star it fell from.
He is serious,
and so I must be careful,
even though I know he will place it
among those things that will leave him
someday, and he will go on,
gathering. For this is one of those moments
that turns suddenly toward you, opening
as it turns, as if for a moment
we paused on the edge
of a heartbeat, conscious
of the fear that runs beside us
and how lovely it is to be with each other
in the long resilient mornings.

 

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