Walking with my Son by Lola Haskins
hundreds of vultures
cross
the humming air
to settle
like black flowers
in certain oaks
and now as dusk
deepens they unfold
their wings
and in a flash of
benediction
disappear
oh my boy
i wish you had
not already lived
half your life
(from her new book ‘How Small Confronting Morning’, available for purchase here)
