March 12, 2015

DSC_2900My brother,
born,
brings up
childhood
memory of
Watson Watt Street.
New Brunswick base,
the smell of the air.
Squirming child
blanketed in my mother’s arms.

I celebrate looking
west and the cloud
arches over the mountains.

I sing Happy Birthday
on the wind
and the wishes
carry to you on
perfect dappled sky.

 

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