A poem for Luke
Yesterday
I went to the town dump
with things
that were
piling up
at my mom's house.
I had already placed the bulk of our family pictures up on the internet,
so I ended up pitching 50 old photo albums.
It was hard to do.
I saw a photo of my brother Luke
at graduation
flutter in the breeze.
As I drove away I played
"Dust in the Wind" and all
of a sudden
I could feel my brother
as a teenager, bouncing over
the rough dump road with me
in the passenger seat.
Just laughing.
He was happy to be released
from the photo and
returned to my heart.
And
it all felt Okay.
Yesterday
I went to the town dump
with things
that were
piling up
at my mom's house.
I had already placed the bulk of our family pictures up on the internet,
so I ended up pitching 50 old photo albums.
It was hard to do.
I saw a photo of my brother Luke
at graduation
flutter in the breeze.
As I drove away I played
"Dust in the Wind" and all
of a sudden
I could feel my brother
as a teenager, bouncing over
the rough dump road with me
in the passenger seat.
Just laughing.
He was happy to be released
from the photo and
returned to my heart.
And
it all felt Okay.