For Matthew – December 7

12.7.2015

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

aspirations.

 

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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