The infant stares out the window
as her diaper is changed
golden liquid
gently wiped
from her tiny butt
entranced by the Birch leaves
lost in the flicker and spin
of greens and blues.
Quietly looking
without the idea
of leaves
or trees
windows
sky
light
mother
dark
house
father
humans
dogs
time
fire
earth
stars.
every morning
as brightly as
a miniature sun.
Her eyes
are filled
with joy.
.
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