The sight
 of a baby nursing
 starts
 an upwelling of tenderness
 hard to contain,
 the absorbed abandon
 of the fuzzy little head,
 the translucent skin,
 the total trust
 in the bounty of the universe,
 cradled
 on the gypsy mother's breast,
 who sits on the sidewalk
 with  insouciance
 blowing her bubble gum,
 and begging.