sports.
art music.
work.
we shared
so much in common.
he played
the guitar,
wore a black beret.
had a goatee
styled beard
like Pacino.
he loved cats.
his Fiat he was always
working on.
tennis. ten thousand
games
of basketball.
he loved his wife
and two
children.
honest as the day was long.
sensitive
and smart.
sly and clever
with a wicked sense
of humor.
we spent hours
on the telephone
and grew old
together, arm in arm.
rest in peace,
my brother
john.
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