She caught him as he fell, never to be found
again. And she gave him life (a second time)
for nothing could survive her warm embrace
but him, her child. And so he lived his end
of days, and his father never knew—a wisp
of fire, once a boy with wings.
First published in Every Day Poets,
2008-12-13.
That magazine is gone, so this is the copy that’s left.
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