Your brothers all
In uniform / lavalavas
Flowered aloha shirts /
Between them complicated
Politics let drop
Easily I lay
On the couch
4 a.m. the next
Morning / jetlagged /
Feeling their grief
As mending as
Scar tissue denotes
Healing more than
Hurt / when Selina
Broke down at
Magic Island's healing
Circle and I
Put my arm
Around her shoulder
("The fittest poet
In the world!")
And the space
Between us warmed
Like you were
In there somehow
Holding out your
Finger which we
Saw directed at
The ocean sky
Whatever is clear
Measure of compassion
Where measure is
Not at issue
Mending comes after
A broken pot
Packed full of
Flowers / gold stitching
To show us
Where potter drew
Shard to shard
Where we made
Lines to erase
Distance you are
There like tree’s
Paperbark mouthing joy
When wind arrives
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