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His arms akimbo in every photograph 
my son and I visited New York when he was six.
A block from the Staten Island ferry to Battery Park
we chatted with Eliot Asinof til 1. 
Our hostess remarked, “He’s an old communist”. 
After the Natural History Museum
with bagels in one hand and my son in the other arm
climbing the Statue of Liberty was wearisome and 
not to be left undone.
Triumphing over acrophobia on top of the World Trade Towers
serendipitously posing as superman does
my son that day was forever sky-blue.