Her hair soft and brown and bright
Shines like the dawnlight slanting off
The dew-laden freshly-mowed grass.
Like the blackest pearls are her
Eyes... all round and knowing.
I ask her if she wants another bowl
of cereal before I put away the box.
I look at her longing and she sees
Me... I turn away. Not enough
Time before I have to go to work.
Never enough time.
1.22.1993
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