My son looms stretched beneath
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My son looms stretched beneath the redwood trees
Black Irish Black American Native American
history of foster care surging through his blue veins
like the sap steadfast in these ambassador giants
stalwart in the ancient fog here in our NorthWest territory
long before Columbus sailed and conquistadors conquered
there was peace in the forest and salmon in the seas
2000 yrs ago (the pain washed by so many rains)
2000 yrs old (the blood and the salt, topsoil sliding away away
salmon lusting to find home find home)
(and now I've made him Jewish and now his father has made him Asian)
6 ft 4 (struggling to grasp 10th grade geometry)
arms wingspread like branches
His curls buzzed close to his head O
(his lovely and beautiful boy head) O
beneath a halo of that fog beneath the limbs' lasting embrace
O.
— Stephanie Silvia
