April 17, 2015 / barton smock

bearings

I’m here for the music

–

you can keep
your baby
I’m here
for the swing

–

I write
on the days
my son
is sick

–

if heard

I overhear

there was more
to him
in the womb

–

no dream is strong enough to put a hospital
on the map

–

in heaven

the past
is the present
that left
for earth

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