The Ten Toes of Buddha

I watch the baby’s feet in air
by their own volition.
I watch the double chin and
laughter of Buddha on the
changing table. A small part
of me remembers: None of us
can be angry when we are lying
down.
 I tell the baby this while
he is on his back. Then I count
his toes aloud. He is in hysterics
that there are ten.

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