Briefly through

 

Timmy Wind blows briefly through
his parents’ helpless arms
less a child than an element
that could not bear the
heavy head
the veiled light
the damp and dimpled fingers

the constraint of flesh
where once was space
the intolerable capture
of his formless beauty

Timmy Wind blows briefly through
the life he did not lead the
mistakes he might have made the
love he would have lost

sighing a last small breath
through speechless perfect lips
(Oh those helpless arms)
less a child than an element
more a dream than a memory

ghosting his sister’s fleeting hours
eight years of eternity between them
and all that was possible
blown through and free
(Oh those helpless arms)

 

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