Nine

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Nine days of impatience to go,
but you’ll be late no doubt.
I’ll drum my fingers on mom’s
belly to pass the time in hopes
you’ll hear us from in there,
the heavy sighs of waiting
pushing you further downward
toward a life of one day at a time,
as much as we can make of it
as us, as we, as hopefully will
be in just about nine day’s time.

(dtn)

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