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'An Infant Sighs' by David Hart



'An Infant Sighs' by David Hart

Upright in a crib,
legs akimbo,
an infant sighs.

Windows in the ceiling-a sky light-
a warm radiance
of blues, yellows, and scintillating hues of
pales
corruscating
courteously down upon this wide-eyed infant.

Upright and attent,
legs akimbo,
bathing in
rapturous caresses
of undulating streams
of sparkling light,
two tiny hands hold firm.

Now with toothless
miniature mouth,
wee gums press
upon the pleasure
yielding coolness
of the smooth
plastic crib railing.

Anon,
incomprehensible voices
-muffled and muddled-
ooze through thin walls
to the infant's new ears.

Contented within incomprehension
and delighting in wonderment,
an infant sighs.

Submitted: Monday, March 09, 2009

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