local_library Untitled #3

by Burt Adsit

Published in Issue No. 5 ~ October, 1996

I lay in the arms of my child.
Soft breath, soft skin, smooth brow.
Now the storm is away, he lay
sleeping, breathing.
His pillow, his fear, our breath.
His gift to me.

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Burt Adsit is a programmer, "dry and logical. Good at it too." In his own words: "The emotions arrive as words. It's confusing. I think that the style of words, their rhythmic nature, how they relate to one another within the 'poemlet' appeal to me the most."
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