Third Night
Light the Night
for my son david
for my son david
some days the light cracks the dark
and i see you glide, sprint through the line
that divides the day and night—
before and now—I see you
riding thermals through clouds
Writing at the margins. Writing in the margins. A place to react, to stop and share a few words, to take stock, to think aloud.
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