perhaps you hung
around him a
little more than

what made for
awkwardness

call it hero
worship - infantile
idolatry; or just

a deep-seated
longing for an
older brother

that you never had

tall, smiling
confident;
nobody's fool

your rescuer when
you released the handbrake
sending dad's cadillac flying

downhill-
lumbering projectile
ravaging through

his mum's front hedge
over their pool,  onto
bar stools and wine bottles

Stevie hopped in, grabbed
and steered and braked
but nothing was never

ever the same again