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Flying Baby

A poem.

February 25, 2010

Flying BabyÌýA baby sits quietly
Ìýon his mother's lap,
Ìýfrightened and calm,
Ìýweary and curious,
Ìýbeloved – and so – loving.
ÌýOld ladies struggling
Ìýwith irregular carry-ons spot him
Ìýlike a star on the horizon.
ÌýPassing by, each one
Ìýtouches the baby's head
Ìýwith detached and utter
Ìýaffection, sparks of God.
ÌýÌý– C. Malcolm Ellsworth