by Azrael Tseng
For my son Lynx on finally getting his hair cut. 2nd Place Shadows & Light contest.
Your wind-wrecked, wave-mangled hair
sown with coral sand and Pacific brine--
but unlike Samson
you lose none of your sun-bright charm.
Your stick-brown arms
may never crush pillars
but koala-tight around my trunk
squeeze out the breath
in places within I’ve never felt,
never known held tears and smiles.
You may bring the world crashing down,
rage and roar, short-maned lionheart,
but all I’ll do is laugh
and love you more.
Featured in "Poetry Newsletter (February 6, 2019)"
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