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Silver Man Reading Letters
Silver man in a silver robe,
on a silver chair,
slices open letters with his silver knife, and
reads them quite carefully while tugging
at his silver beard. Read my letter, silver man!
Babies crawl and play at his
feet dressed
in bright silky colors and sparkling rhinestones,
ruby, lemon, emerald, magenta, like a rainbow at his feet.
From time to time the silver man gives them a smile,
but mostly he focuses on his letters.
The emerald baby crawls under his robes, and the silver man
barely notices, undisturbed, until the baby stands up beneath
his silver chair, bangs his head, and begins to cry.
The silver hair hears him immediately, scooping his dear one up
into the nook of his arm, and bouncing him sweetly
on his long, tall knee.
And only when the baby's back
has curled
into a pillowy slump, and soft bubbles of happiness have formed
at each corner of his mouth, does the silver man take his knife
and begin to read my letter.
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