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Jul 2014
here is my son asking me if I love a piece of bread.

I understand it as his speechless inquiry
outside of the eating we do
and into
love.

you have heard, or are about to hear
of the boy who said nothing
for his first five years
because everything
to that point
was fine.

sometimes the boy is a girl
to whom god
also
speaks.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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