we slip in and out
of talk. small talk. skimming
the surface.
two brothers
on the phone, a thousand
miles apart.
in other worlds.
the blood connects.
the memories, each held
differently
though the same.
we swim
through the tide of words.
soft spoken.
gentle.
with humor.
not a cross thing said,
or heard.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
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