Rebecca Irvine Bilkau
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Observation Of A Child
Emily sprinkles her fingers down the glass
trace-reading the drops on the other side,
‘Look, ’ she says, simple as a god, ‘rain.’
she cups her hand, and when it’s filled
with enough dry air, raises it, toasting.
‘Tomorrow, ’ she says, ‘it’ll be fine.
Somewhere it’s a birthday.’ She sparkles
her fingers against the spectring rain
one more time. ‘I’m one, two, free! ’
She turns, shimmies like a rock pool,
delighted with her first pun, stretches
her arms, palms up-turned, precise now
as a revelation: ‘Look, , look, look,