Rushing out of a garden
Chaim gleams
like a hell-bent river fish.
He
flys into and over and above
stones
searching for
his wandering children
who…
forgetting
how
to
swim
lay panting
like angry beached changelings
bending rusty nails
into hooks.
They have forgotten
who they are,
forgotten
who he is
and
stab
at him til
red drops of love swirl
into pink current moons-
yet all he feels
is the reassuring tug of his children
as he tows them safely
to their garden
home
where heaven awaits
with sun kissed towels
and platters of fresh picked
love…
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
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