Tuesday, July 12, 2011

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She pauses her feet
Hand resting against the cool glass

The sign says
'Antique Hand-carved cradle'

Her hand slips to her flat belly
Her body has chosen otherwise

She moves on
more slowly
Somehow older
at

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