I dipped my finger and then I
Pulled it from the oxter
To inhale
the scent of you, brother;
You, father;
You.
The runner going by as I inhale deeply -
The man at the school talk.
And I miss you
no, I want you.
I want to breathe you in.
I want...
But you are gone now.
It was only a passing thing
A jarring thing
A stirring.
I wipe the tears away.
Another kind of sweat, I guess.