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12/08/11
Womb
On this cold December evening, My old heart is feeling a warmth, A glow, a joy, a buoyancy, Envisioning your beautiful tumescence — A refuge filled, to ripeness, With a child, who will transform me, From the very moment of his birth, Into the infant of my youngest soul, So that, one more time, I might know the world As it was in the beginning: A pristine womb Of love, wonderment, hope, And a promise of infinite newness.
12/08/11
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