Infant boy and infant girl
over headrest on flight
getting acquainted in clouds pre-speech
an exchange of coos and caas
of curious smiles and warm eyes
tactile in weaponless hands
Ere the sledgehammerdawn of guilt,
ere the column of desks facing in one direction,
ere the descent into laws wispier than sky,
perhaps there is a noble savage after all.
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