by Jerry Ratch
It's always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He's wearing suspenders. He's gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to resist
I don't know why I ever did
in real life
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A dream I had about my brother after he was killed
Beautiful imagery, Jerry. Lovely & sad poem.
Very simple. Very strong.
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