There is a chair here

with Kyle’s name—

and the Carrillo crest

rides on his shoulders,

quiet and heavy.

An ancestor, bold and shameless,

left him uncertain,

searching

for his place.

But the years pass:

8th. 9th. 10th. 11th—

and strength begins to show itself.

Not loud,

but steady.

His purpose,

once fogged by questions,

starts to gleam

with shape and fire—

and his destiny

moves forward,

wondrous

and bright.

clr 2011

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