Intersection With Unborn Child

[busker]

I must say I haven’t read such consistently high quality poetry on this site since Mercedes Webb Pullman used to write. Barring the odd poem from TqB or Todd.
There isn’t much to critique. It’s perfect

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Intersection With Unborn Child

What is time
to you now,
little soul? Are you behind

the bright unblinking eye …. Touché 
of this fat crow
nursing a heel of bread … nice word choice 

I watch so long
I lose track of myself, missing
the small red hand … touche again. Here it would be the green man, but the little hand is perfect foreshadowing 

that means it’s safe
to cross? Good people
come over to watch me

watch the windows
all night long, blow kisses
to the wind. With love

they warn me
not to waste my life
looking for signs, you … the reveal 

who I can always find
between my ribs
and the stars. … perfection