Cribscene Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Cribscene



huddled together in the dark
this was the night
angels shepherds animals and kings
just there wondering

in lantern-light
and under neon signs
still the baby sleeps
and wakes
two thousand times

and when he wakes
what will he find
the texture of straw
faint sparklings
from the starship of our minds

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