He is talking to me.
Almost daring me to challenge the status quo.
My mouth quivers and tries to speak to save my brother not from the act of marriage.
But from himself.
The metamorphous is quicker in some and slower in others.
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For my son, Poetry by Ruben Yamakawa Navarro
Traverse the hill…and awe.
Yonder, the lights
sparkles my heart, warmth the soul.
Limits of time, but for the grace of God,
here, my faith, marks the ground.
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