June 9, 2009
Scranton…
Ithaca….
$300 for a flight.
Back home.
The wind in the chimes
Never stopped.
And death.
Is not some boding storm
No
It’s a phone call at the mailbox
Brewing coffee
Dead in the woods
You quit life
My dad remembers laughing in the dark
Listening to Bill Cosby
He hasn’t even cried yet
You were his big brother.
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