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
Copyright © 2020 Brian Komei Dempster
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