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Poetry Daily: Today's Poem
The nightlight in the children's bathroom
glows on the bath toys in the hall.
Nothing has been put back,
which means all is where it ought to be, and
the children, exhausted after a long day
of touching everything they own at least twice,
seem to have fallen from jungle gyms
into their beds, their lips dry when you kiss them,
their faces cool, their hearts rhythmic in some dream place
...
Mark Cox
Crazyhorse
Number 61, Winter 2002