July 1
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Its not that I wanted to steal the baby,
rather its head filled my field of vision
so completely that to reach out and not touch it--
I needed to be careful. The soft spot
is all over. Its eyes are normal-sized,
though that might be a trick of perspective.
Where are its parents? Where is its husband?
Could I save it? Its wandering awfully
close to the little fountains, round the slick
marble rims misted with water
splashing onto itself and up, thinking,
pulsating like an open-headed dog.
I decided to take my chances.
