My Brother…


FUZZY CATERPILLARS CRAWLING ON MY TOES

CHANGE…

BEFORE MY EYES INTO KALEIDOSCOPE  COLORED BUTTERFLIES

OUR DREAMS SECURED BY A GENTLE BLOW

ON THE PUFFY CLOUDS GROWING IN THE GROUND

OUR MUD SOAKED BODIES TIRED FROM THE RACES

HE ALWAYS BEATS ME AT

HE ALWAYS TELLS ME WHAT A GREAT CATCHER I AM

I ALWAYS WONDER WHY HE DOESN’T LIKE VANILLA

WE ALWAYS WONDER WHY THE SNOW WHITE MOON SPIES ON US

WE SIT ON THE FRONT PORCH LISTENING TO HER SONG

FIGHTING ABOUT WHO THAT TWINKLING DIAMOND IN THE SKY BELONGS TO…

THAT WAS AS YOUNG, BEST FRIENDS, TODAY HE TELLS ME HE’S HAD ENOUGH, I’D GIVE ANYTHING TO GO BACK TO THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS…

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