She Sleeps
Light wind plays the curtain across her face
so tired
she feels the flick of it, and slits her eyes
just dusk
there is a wait and a cry from the hallway
and yet
light wind plays the curtain across her face
she sleeps
paralysis of a new mother the baby cries and still
she sleeps
Copyright © Ellen Browne | Year Posted 2015
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