my brother is a different creature.
We fight about how he knows
I'm right but never seem able
to do the right thing.

We share so much, twisted stalks
from the same earth, winding around
each other and winding around up.

When he makes mistakes, he comes to me,
I hope he never stops coming to me.

When he is down, I must be up.
my brother is a part of me
like shade and light and wrong and right

We are balanced together - always