I can't write a poem tonight
But I want to write
I have to write
No poem could say the simple truth I feel
So I'll say just that: the simple truth
I miss you, my children
And it's only been hours
I wish you were here with me
Tonight
As hanabi burns like road flares
Etching the Kodachrome of my chromosomes
My mind's eye denies nothing tonight
Phosphorous for us, for me, olfactory, be, memory
You two in Ninomiya
Under sheets
Fast asleep
Dreams swirling about the heavens within your craniums
I love every milligram of your existence
And you should know that!
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