Nothing new under the sun

Sometimes I envy that early woman
with the first orgasm, first baby
at her breast, that first sunset
whenever it happened, and then
there is sun coming out over the water,
raising a head, at first small, rays
rippling over the ocean as if it were hair
being combed, and remember a first kiss
or even betrayal, that knowledge
that no one had ever… each kiss, betrayal,
sunset, star, baby at the breast, the first time,
each saying of a growing toddler fresh-minted,
do ants worry on their path from egg to crushed death
about triteness?

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