appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2018

Cameron Morse
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When the Time Comes

Triage late
the night her water breaks,

a fetal heart monitor
seismographs

our son’s heartrate.
The printer pushes out

a page so long it folds in
on itself, so long

it flops onto the floor,
heartbeat-scarred,

jagged as a fissure
splitting open some parking lot

in Tōhoku. Early morning
in the labor room

we hear the grind and whirr
of construction resume

on the other side of the wall.
Out the window

a crane pirouettes
to the thunderclap of dump trucks.