Walking with my Son by Lola Haskins (Pocket Poem)

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)

 

 

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