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Night Sky

At his birth, I held my son against stars,

charted the climb, his flag among stars.

A jagged pulse shook our space—

his mind, a blizzard of stars.

I keep it quiet, how he sees earth

crooked, his words, buried stars.

from SeizeFind more by Brian Komei Dempster at the library

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Published in Brian Komei Dempster Poems

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