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Brother

By Eilatan, Old Greenwich, CT

He was standing at the edge when I found him,
Looking out onto the city.
I walked up and he heard me approach.
He turned ‘round, saying “isn’t it pretty?”

I nodded my head and slowly I said
“What’re you thinking ‘bout, bro?”
He scuffed ‘round the sand with the toe of his shoe
And said “I don’t know, sis. I don’t know.”

Now, I’d always known my big brother was bad
His sad mind would get in a rut
He’d say some bad things and he’d do some bad things
Bad stuff about I don’t know what.

But I’d also known that my brother was sad
I’d do little things, try and cheer him

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