The First Child
by Barry Curtis
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The first child inhaled the air
of the new world and made
a fist the size of a plum.
Looking like a hairless monkey,
the first child had no name
for there were no parents.
The wind tickled each toe
with invisible fingers.
The first child knew no words
and thus wondered why the sun
sometimes became the moon
and the moon sometimes the sun.
Making believe one fist was the sun
and the other the moon,
the first child was the earth
thirsty for rain.
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