juniors and seniors spoke
and the earth could have stood still
(he told me his heart did, for a minute):
a dad long-forgotten out of neglect and
and a son who name-embraced through
they spoke of minutia, the things that fill the universe
like tears and laughter
birth and decay
twin name-bearers, how do they seem now?
like a weed overgrowing the beautiful things
or like the lone dandelion offering sunny hope?
they don't know yet