Hills

The sun, hidden behind blanket of cloud

as fire lit by angels.

 

These hills, hold memory and precious attention

inside a separate sky.

 

Two sons of mine, before their own shadow,

play their game and inevitable tears emerge.

 

Now no one, but me and these angelic hills,

witness cries turn to joy

 

in a father’s arms, soaking innocence in

under a fire lit for such moments as these.

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