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A baby.

No more than

7 or 8 months

Weighing less

Than his prescribed

9 or 10 kilos.

A baby.

With nothing more

Than his immediate

Sighs for food

Reaches

Grabs

Wails

For the boot.

The old boot

With its muddied laces

Its faded tongue

Its infinite miles.

A mother

Scoops

The baby

Puts him to her breast

And believes him satisfied.

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tessa-stogian
Australian
Published
Jul 6, 2012
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