Changing Plans

The baby doesn’t want

to put on her pants

raining and she needs

pants  if we stay inside she doesn’t need

pants but we’d planned

to take her to the museum she could

run  between the dinosaur bones

or the gems  where my son used to crawl

to go across the street she doesn’t

really need her pants but it’s raining

and there isn’t so much room to run

in the apartment but what I remember from 29

years ago when Noah was the same age

as the baby is how often plans change

what you thought you need you don’t

Esther Cohen
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