My son Nate’s birthday
Nate’s 25th birthday today, September 17.
A fair wind blows in two ways:
from a pug nose and a bud of a mouth.
This breath was not felt twelve days ago
when black bathed and pillowed the head.
Now currents crackle curves on his scalp,
thundering tympanum, rumbling out charges
over flushed, powdered skin, ruffling roots
of feathery hair, green wheat in the wind.