Tag Archives: children

.

yesterday watching ducks placid

on the pond i thought

of my unborn children,

.

the odd tilt poised

for a smile in one boy’s green eye,

.

the blowsy woman in the port 

terminal whom I 

gave my little girl to,

.

all well pleased though I 

did wonder: quite a different

landscape than my casual

.

broken fingernails

and work boots, D’s carelessly

owned competence. 

.

i thought about the way

the second boy and i spoke

without speaking.

.

how I miss him. 

.

I often sit alone now

near water, feeding 

the placid ducks

crumbs.