A disused buggy clutters
a foyer
ready to transport the
undecided third child
we both do and do not have.
Impossible to know and
even harder to choose
because
as we have discovered
the exchange rate of
dreams
to
children
is nearly even
and while returns vary
they tend toward
infinity.
J. Ted Voigt has lived in Wicklow since he moved from the Pacific Northwest in 2013. He has always known he was a writer but only recently accepted writer as vocation. His first collection of poems, Pages Called Holy, was published in 2009, and his second, Spies, Secretly, in 2012.