Today's poem is by Alessandra Lynch
First Smile
for Oliver
More beautiful because without intent
and seldom. Little spits of rain we are
little dazzlers. Ghostherds from cottonwood
speed through the air, gazillions of seeds
in the fluff, the teeming soft of it, mobs
of birds pulsing skyward through their fog,
monogamous to deathas beautiful as this:your small smile without intent. As everything first
seen and recognized is most beautiful
sudden hummingbird, without agenda
or wariness. What we bearthe dust,
the dead blown by the deadbriefly lifts
before that bright infinity.
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Copyright © 2012 Alessandra Lynch All rights reserved
from Crazyhorse
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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