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AWAKE (or WOKE BABY, lol)
at a cafe near my house
a baby girl with constellation eyes
and a smile like a prostrate
crescent moon stares in reverence
at a ceiling fan
hypnotized by revolution
by a thing twisting breath into breeze
spinning invisibility into cool
while we adults coo and pinch cheeks
forgetting to pinch our own
to remind ourselves that
this is not a dream that
what we are actually doing
over caffeine
is watching the miracle of life
watching the miracle of life
we’ve be asleep to
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