you knew, yes, that one,
the one
in the picture
in your wallet, your
first son,
is now
in snow.
blue eyed,
blurred.
the fetch was such
a long
time ago.
so you hold him.
you hold
him close,
as his heart,
no longer determined,
slows.
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