Brother to Brother

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Brother Poems

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When I look into your eyes I see
a rewind/fast-forward reflection
of two small boys
standing before the forest of their lives
A breath of wind
and they are blown
hand in hand
into a storm of years

There is a flurry
of fists and lips and angry eyes
tears, grief and separate joy
as they pursue individual dreams
chase money and women
madness and music
the mystery of paths apart
and alone

When the smoke of time clears
there are two small boys
wearing the faces
of the men we have become
Their hands meet
They embrace
standing before
the forest of their lives
A fresh wind holds them

Blood is not brother
yet no friend is like
a brother of the blood

by, Tom Sterner


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