In the osteopaths waiting room

Crotched

in yellow

small limbs

still forming

red faces

en twining

in prams

wrapped for

weather

two bundles

one yawning

engorging

the grimacing

face of

the other

as carer

gives alter

to mobile

soft bedding

new fawnings

she’s sharing

with any

around

their newness

her quietness

his tight

little frown.