The Changeling Remembers

The Changeling Remembers

Ben stared into the woods
a wind out of the west
tangled his smoky hair
the leaves blew kisses
as they swirled past
something in the fire flies'
beat reminded him
of drums, fires, the scent of apples,
dancing under a wise moon
Mother looked at Father
fear moving in her eyes
Ben turned, a stranger
               blooming in his face.