by Gwenn A. Nusbaum
Day opens, clouds
release their grip, light
the color of turnips, escaping.
A man reads a newspaper as though
his wifeís surgery will turn up
on one of the pages. He holds
the paper like a shield.
The nurses keep their distance.
You canít see it from this angle,
but babies are being born.
(For publication in RATTLE, issue #34,
December 1, 2010)