My Brother, My Muse

By Jamie Gilroy

Monday, July 7th, 2008

My oldest brother and I play a game sometimes. He’ll shoot me an email with some poetry or an obscure passage from an old Chinese mystic. I’ll fire something back, and we’ll parry on like this for days. My brother suddenly becomes my muse…

See for yourself.

drifting
in
and out of
belief
about
what
Is

possible

two butterflies
dance past
on an invisible
stage
leaving me to
wonder
how
things
got just so

complicated.    

 

J

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