Hard Evidence
April 8, 2016
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There are so many gods. I like to believe there is one just for small children.
Hard Evidence
Ahead of me in line
I catch a glimpse of two tiny white feet
sticking out from a baby seat,
uncovered on this October morning,
the soles black.
Around each of the frail ankles
lies a ring of grime.
When the baby’s face bobs into view
I see that she’s captivated
by the jeweled butterfly on my lapel
and smiles wanly.
Shall I pin the treasure to her stained sweater
Spirit her away
Teach her the names of all the creatures that fly.
Shall I wash her sooty feet with the finest velvet
And dry them with my hair?
A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
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