This cold night with my son
for his tenth birthday
by flashlight beam
just us, climbing,
his legs longer, stronger by the minute
clouds of breath
watched by silent oaks
boots cracking, backpacking
humming Jacob's Ladder just a few bars
up a mountain trail toward a
sky burning with stars.

10/27/86

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