Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#36

A newborn's cry
Among the trees

No longer
Out of breath

Fingernails gouge palms
Excavate skin

Ready to surge
Forward and seek

Then the family emerges
-laughter-

Tiny body 
Soothed

Camera in 
The father's hand

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