With My Son

I still dream.

Empty, aching bends of coastline

Emerald water pulsing

and every set as perfect as the last.

But in my waking hours

a different vision has revealed.

I trim his nails

and sing him to sleep.

All of 30 inches

And full of dancing,

My new dream will grow

With sand tween his toes

And salty air filling his small lungs.



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