Progeny

You wonder at your progeny –
how calmly their anomalies
appear. It’s queer how in their
swoop and flop and sway

they seem to issue from some
other parent’s DNA. Though
their connection to you surely
must be clear – they’ve swung

not only out from your symbolic
loins but from the literal
conjoining of your hand
and pen into their own inimitable

sphere – you still can’t figure out
how in hell they’re here.
You wonder how they dare!
They don’t seem to care.





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