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Mar 2014
He dipped his fingertips in the birth bath—
mesmerized by the ripples he created.

"When we were kids," he said,
"I remember we'd try to see
how long we could hold our breath
under the water."

"It's funny, isn't it?" she asked.

"What is?"

"How we just try
to keep our heads
above it now."
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2014
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