
A refugee camp in Syria
An eight year old with a sweater
And a warm glass of tea
His superpower a smile
That takes the warmth
Of his Syrian sun
And transports it into my bedroom
On a cold Seattle night.
He does not hold back
His wings spread he flies
And…
"Can’t you see that he is walking by!?"
I am the “he”
She is a six year old
In the Elephant Car Wash lobby
Dancing like six year-olds do
She…