Galore

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His father used to say that in the sky

Of Cape Canaveral’s autumn came one stark

Hope, hope of countless birds who strained to fly,

Their necks stretched out, their wings made out of dark

And light.  Their wings had found their way above

His eyes as they went farther south, hope wide

As high horizons.  High horizons love

Like his was in true hearts, in future bride

Unknown to him upon Canaveral’s shore.

She came to him.  She brought him love and sons,

One long, long love and sons, each one, all four

Deliveries of love beneath birds’ suns.

  She took him in as pinions take in skies . . .

    Loves unimagined by his teenage eyes.