All Infants Have Blue Eyes

you are crying mother
your tears are like clay
soft and sticky
you are bending down milking clouds
too heavy because of rain
you prop up the sun upon the blue sky

your warm chest is a full bucket
the child presses his soles
on your breast’s handle
his hands are kneading your round shoulders
you are the burnt brick wall in the front room

soon you will reach the girder
the baby sticking to your cracked skin
will cry out for the first time mother
he will fall down from your arms
snowdrops will raise their heads at your feet
snowy bells will announce
another spring

the earth’s flowers cling to you
your smile opens once again for your son
amid thorns

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