my brother’s eyes. like sunlight on a milky sea. the mischief gone. replaced with a heavy wanting.
the color of the only baby i’ve seen born not breathing. ice in his mother’s veins. a gasp and collective sigh. like ice melting.
the sky on a bluebird day. made all the more vibrant in contrast to the clouds. a chill that warms the body through seeing.
the great heron taking flight. from pond over pasture. proud wings dissolve into fast approaching thunderheads.
two stones in the ring on my left hand. the shades of our births. forty months and one nation divided.
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