Swallows
she holds her baby close,
against the cold wind,
their breath together,
one fog.
shaken and driven
by the demons that had her,
she clings to her love,
alone.
a child with a child,
wrong address, wrong number,
the dark night sighs,
and swallows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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