Memories of my Brother

I decided I would challenge myself to write a poem for my brother every day this month and this is the result. It is rough and rugged and it is a mere work-in-progress but I'm just writing down stuff I want to say.


7. VII

You used to scuff stones with the toes
Of your school shoes
When we walked home and
You had to see how far you could
Kick your stone down
A one-way street
And when they told you to
Stop it you couldn't understand it as
You were trying to establish
The parabolic projectile of that little
Piece of history
Because you have always been a
Scientist in that the question on your
Lips was always 'why'
But, when it came to living, you
Were the question
We all asked 'why' over

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