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J. Hope Stein
To something beautiful flapping in the wind above the
beach houses—A blue bird?—No, a blue bag.

To her breath— raindrops in the begonia bed.
My eyesight is rainstorms.

Drop.

drop

To 4 a.m., her first ocean—
Everyone is sleeping
except Oona and the ocean,
Oona and the ocean.

I try to explain in whale song I try to explain in
cloud and water droplet.

Drop,


drop

Spending time with a baby is spending time with something
that has lived her entire life in an ocean and just sprouted
legs for land—

I am Copernicus using the planet of my body
to umbrella the wind
as she feeds—Ouch!—

I stick my fingers in her mouth
and she's grown sharp little fish teeth—

Drop,

Everyone is sleeping except Oona and the ocean,
Oona and the ocean
and the little fish teeth.

Drop,

drop,

drop

drop,

I tell time by counting teeth-marks around the crooked
nipple.
from the book LITTLE ASTRONAUT / Andrews McMeel Publishing
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