into the ozone
in his perennially youthful bubble
looking the double of a young man
that ran from home

at age four
with only the clothes
on his back
to the building with the banners

housing those that can not tell
they just bowed their heads and wept
as you thinly slept
it’s like that now –

you’ve seen
the pernicious
of all this can do
to someone unprotected

waiting for kindergarten
and Peter Sam  
none understand
and you don’t want them too