At Brooks' Balance
"You're having a little one,"
I say, seeking information
from my therapist
(she's considerably
pregnant). Then, I ask her
about vocation:
Why she chose this specialty,
and did she
know the baby's sex,
name, and serial number?
She says, No Maybe about it,
the baby's a girl and
has a name.
"Did you know the name
you chose is fame-
ous? A name rarified?
Hemingway's Paris
wife," I clarified,
And then, I wrote
this rhyme: a little
riff for a baby gift:
"We'll gladly
welcome Hadley,
(she's a girl),
into our world."
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