Baby Raspberry Poems

Aha! Got it! Our young gray mouse grandson said.
Holding a plump ripe raspberry above his head.
The perfect one! He told everyone who would listen.
The rest...

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Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;

I’ve been there before.  It’s forbidden:

Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality 
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue,...

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Baby, when you’re grown
cradling your own darling babe.
Remember your days
of sweet raspberry kisses,
rhymes and twinkling lullabies.

I will remember
the sweet sound of your babble
through bubbling laughter,...

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