Prodigal Son Dreams
Palsied son of prodigal love,
Do your crippled legs dream in swimming strong?
Do your strong arms and back and chest
dream flying across Earth's inviting nest?
Does your mute voice
dream in full orchestral operatic voice
flowing out through mouthed choice
and back in your polyphonic ears
and resonant mind
and resilient body?
Becoming well-felt flight
of harmonic trust
in prodigious you
with all your prodigal love.
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