My
Son
Wishes
My daughter
A Happy Birthday,
Calling her at night on the phone.
Long distance by twenty years and a broken union.
Strange how sadness made and joined two lives whose bond
now twines so strongly across space and time.
(Based on the Fibonacci sequence, so the number of syllables
in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines:
1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc.)
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