Umbrella

Someone said Watch
the baby, so I watched her
sleep, small mouth with
a bubble at the edge. Hands
 
like little double OKs. All
of human history pulsing
in the shallow vein
of her temple. A thin beige
 
umbrella over her head,
raindrops exploding
themselves against it,
trying to touch her.
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