Calf Skin Son

 

 My calfskin son
 Ribs stretched,
 Full breasted breath of life 
 Brown skin and eyes that burn
 With a solid flame of love at me
 

 My calfskin son
 Who’s feet dart and scuff through dust
 Like a sprite
 Radiant beam of light
 And always eyes that burn and see 
 

 Father’s fears
 Father’s uncertainty.
 I made you
 But you see me. 

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