11:02pm March 31, 2015

Infants smell fresh

They have just entered the world
You can smell it on their heads
They are fresh, new, and ripe
Like a good canteloupe

And they know so little
Of the world they have entered
They are all hardware
With bits of software

The software will come
With age and experience
But I like them
Before that happens

Because I remember
Before I had much software
And I remember
Being an infant

Ever since I was barely more
Than an infant myself
I have gravitated towards infants
This has never changed

And infants have always
Shared a silent understanding
With my own gaps in knowledge
That I have shared with them

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