Christmas poem #1


They lean like emperor penguins
over their summer-sky-hoodied son

and the whole windwhirled concourse looks,
because the zeal of every au revoir kiss

demands double-takes from all of us
travellers, whose thoughts progress

to the boy’s exclusion, and memories
of wondering whether and when

that love-thing between your parents
might happen so overwhelmingly to you.

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