no
you cannot protect him
cannot carry him
heavy as he is
solid as he is
loud as he is
he is your son
the excavation of your hope
the enormous thing you have done
and honed and made outlandishly beautiful
he is the speed and quickness
leaps against you and loves you
has your eyes and temper
the incantation of his birth
pronounced his freedom
he believes he can out holler traffic
outback deep shadows
spend the summer shirtless in the city patterns
and obliviously stroll through the cacophony
of scheduled alarms
he yells
the city yells back
both of them grinning
standing against the weather
no
you cannot protect him
cannot prescribe his movement when
girls call and talk slow
and he learns to hoard and handle heat
out there
his shadow imposes itself
grows a godhand across the electric avenues
close to his face
his hand can cover the sun
…..and you watch him longing in the
deep wet kiss of his youth
he is your child
and though you disagree
warn him of dangers harboring
unused absences behind dark doorways
hidden and greedy along the midnight interim
though you bade him be careful
still
the iron of his shoulders is impressive
his height so sudden and pleasing
his eyes clear full of future
not aware of any loss
and you know he is entering the grand summers
as you watch him leaving the yard
unencumbered
in perfect skin
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