6 October 2009

The wind is howling. A fall night. Soon it will be winter, holidays — with you, my son. How everything has changed. How to keep poetry amidst this. I’m not sure. Book contests have come + gone & I need a new plan, but have no time. Next summer when Noah naps?

Tonight Noah laughed aloud in his sleep while Mike was holding him. It was so cute, we giggled along, holding out laughs in, not to wake him. What do I do but love him …



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