A beautiful view sends her to
such a melancholy place
“life” she thinks
“is a torturous existence”
she’ll write a poem and rhyme it with “persistence”
later that night
after a fright
a small body will pull back the sheets
and climb into her bed
and their heads will touch
silence
and they’ll stare at each other
still silence
and after some time the child will return to her room
neither knowing who was the one most comforted
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