For Matthew – December 7


I’m Luke Skywalker.

I’m Darth Vader.

He leapt off the

moving truck into

the arms of a

lifelong friend.


Golden boy swinging,

legs pointed high

like his heart and



Grown man reaching

reaching to speak a

word into the chaos.


Son of my youth

friend of my aging

truth teller and

seeker of his own.


Blessings on Forty.


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