Young Heroes—II
To Don at Salaam
I like to see you lean back in your chair
so far you have to fall but do not—
your arms back, your fine hands
in your print pockets.
Beautiful. Impudent.
Ready for life.
A tied storm.
I like to see you wearing your boy smile whose tribute is for two of us or three.
Sometimes in life things seem to be moving and they are not and they are not there. You are there. Your voice is the listened-for music. Your act is the consolidation. I like to see you living in the world.
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