The Babyguard
Patrolling the wooden bars
Of the crib, I’m standing by
For signs of wakeful eyes.
Part of The Competitive Edge – A Collection of Poems
Read also: The Competitive Edge (title poem) | The Consumer | The Parsleyness of Being | To the City of Hopes and Steel | The Corridor | The Immigrant | Nine-to-fiving | Morning Skies | Into the Big Blue-Gray | The Bargain| The Clockpuncher | New Pines| Note Left on Ledge of Tall Building
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