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.)

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