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Wish
If the not-born darker spots
in the womb's dark, malformed
or unwanted, whose heartbeat
never calibrated or was forced
into stillness, could remain--
not lifted to the realm of light or set
onto some eternal playground,
but lonelier, nearer--like the capped heads
drifting up and down the dim pool's
length, scarcely disturbing
the water's surface while I watch
from the shallow end, catching my breath.
Ann Keniston (Click for bio.)