Firstborn

You breathe a sweet

Sticky fusion with me,

A sleek forest sunrise

That no one can see.

A sleepy warmth lingers

Like leaves ’round a tree.

Crazy love-math;

One plus one

Equals three.

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Happy Birthday, Quimby!!!

This poem is about the way you got here.  And in case you or any readers are confused, the poem is TO your mother, ABOUT you, and your arrival lo these many All Souls’ Days ago.

Love,

Dad

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