upon becoming fatigued wondering what the point is
of considering the preoccupations of man
i've decided to cast all else aside
if i could go back far enough
to master the look of the day-old child
striving for the clarity to understand her mother's face
her innocent puzzling, her wide eyes, the curve of wordless lips
i would have said it all.
i will repeat her name,
repeat it again,
and call her innocence to my hands and tongue.
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