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Sitting on the couch silent
Your tiny feet together at attention
You stare intently at the television
Fighting to be heard past the noise of the street and the neighbors and the overworked smoke eater
And you seem oblivious to my legs
Inches away across the arms of my chair

I cannot help watching the movement of your face from smile to frown to smile again
In your lips, in your cheeks, in your eyes
I watch a silent film of sepia tones.