among the named

for all foster children still waiting for the security of love

rage
into the wind and it will whisper
back your name

threaten
water can be only faithful
to its shore

although i could not take you home
i will dare to meet your gaze as pounding
surf to a stone yet to be smoothed

you, whose childhood bloomed
too soon, petals strewn like peonies
surprised as much by breezes as by play

look
deer have danced a path for you
the cormorant, a nest

sky-cathedral clouds
spill, tumble themselves
just to be near

while fields so lush long
to hold such limbs and
lovely, still

may you always belong here
among such an abundance of trees?
(yes, always)

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