newborn . . .

by bookindian

togo song (veasz)

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squeak
grunt
and fart
as your body tenses
in sleep;

growing
green sprouts
seek heat . . .

eyes tight
locked . . .

innocent
behind
shuttered lids,

you
smile,

unaware,

cradled
on hearth
of my chest . . .

Composed for a new life . . . posted yesterday
here . . . different title, slightly different wording . . .

togo” is the Owens Valley Paiute term for “father of my mother” or “my mother’s father“; if the child had been my son’s, I would be the child’s “cuh nu” . . .

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