For June


The baby’s tiny heart beats
steady through the night,
breath and rhythm unchanged
no matter how often I
lean over the crib to check.
Valves swell, slowly pulsing
a thousand tomorrows
where before there was only
the void of indecision,
that scraped out bowl
sitting there on the open shelf.

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