Poem: Baby Picture

 

Baby Picture

 

am blonde,

have a cute smile,

none of these scars,

 

no hint of the white

which took over my scalp

at age sixteen.

 

quite a youngster there,

ready for quantum mechanics,

love,

japanese,

 

anything, really,

 

maybe because money hadn't been found me yet,

or creases of pain,

or politics or god.

 

yes,

 

a drop of light in those eyes,

so big and round and clear,

could soothe the world 

with a ripple of peace.

 

 

 

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