Sweet Baby
silently I hand him our
sweating baby
and slip by
down the hall
he picks up my exact rhythm
and walks singing his lullaby
soothing this feverish child
cradled in his giant hands
I stop in the kitchen for water
and step out
onto the porch
deep night
cool, cool air quickens my skin
feet bare on the boards
I close my eyes to hear the hum of
silence
and feel my self
cooling
my
fever
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