Just Like Akira

Let's workshop this poem about a father's continued love (set to the song "Front Row" from South Central Thynk Taynk)

Just Like Akira

You know 
I think about you
each day, you 
and that nose 
touched by Jews. 

Wild how 
in the silence 
we both know 
each other knows 
our love.

This poem is unpublished