I Run To Him

I run to him I kiss him hug him,
over my head
a ribbon of light.
I weep.

Any moment now might erupt –
the memory that heals.

Holding his foot as we chuted toward the light,
when we hug
I remember.

And again
over my head exploding
a ribbon of dots
a ribbon of light.

jsg, usa

Small alef poetry; Vayishlach
Maqam Saba

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