My son Nate’s birthday

Nate’s 25th birthday today, September 17.


Late Feeding

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.

 

 

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