Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2021 20:08:10 GMT
All in a tiny smile
for Cassius Lee Kurth
It is as if you appeared
from spiral clouds let loose by heaven;
born a tiny stranger so new.
I searched you for sign or clue
of who you are, who laid you there.
Wrapped in a prayer that hair
too dark might fade to blonde,
your eyes absorb blue skies.
Young miracle you wear a name
much older than the stain of blood,
as old as hops and lager. Or smiles
of all the men as fathers
who dressed you in ten perfect toes,
long narrow fingers of an artist’s hand;
all formed from land which rolls in
as new innocence, sweet scented you.
We will plant you fresh in new born soil;
nurture you with words and love.
Man-child, son of my son,
bright and night. You are tomorrow.
Revised08/22/08
for Cassius Lee Kurth
It is as if you appeared
from spiral clouds let loose by heaven;
born a tiny stranger so new.
I searched you for sign or clue
of who you are, who laid you there.
Wrapped in a prayer that hair
too dark might fade to blonde,
your eyes absorb blue skies.
Young miracle you wear a name
much older than the stain of blood,
as old as hops and lager. Or smiles
of all the men as fathers
who dressed you in ten perfect toes,
long narrow fingers of an artist’s hand;
all formed from land which rolls in
as new innocence, sweet scented you.
We will plant you fresh in new born soil;
nurture you with words and love.
Man-child, son of my son,
bright and night. You are tomorrow.
Revised08/22/08