THE FLIGHT OF DARKNESS INTO LIGHT ( for my little brother Brian )
Ahhhh....here you are again.
You who are here and yet not
here a shadow tossed aside
a breeze stalking the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves foliage on the move
that then: stops
silence solidified ...or did it?
The flight of darkness into light
suddenly a paw tentatively becomes a snout
then the all of you "Friend fox. . !"
I call to you mind to mind
you looking as if you've heard
stare at my silent voice
of us amazed you ever so
red before becoming a shadow tossed aside
a here not here the flight of darkness into light
a breeze stalking the shrubberies
the ghost of leaves.
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One of my last conversations with my brother( conversations could be 3 hours on the phone )and he told me of a fox he had seen. He asked me why I had never written a poem for him and would I write his experience for him. I did so and it lay there in my scribbly hieroglyph until I managed to decipher my own writing( this is easier said than done). I was going to read it to him at the next phone call but there never was another phone call. The fox and my brother now merging into one in the here/not here.