Written in Snow

My brother is out here. Yes, yes, I haven’t seen him since the Eisenhower administration

But holy Giacomo Bala, he’s up there with the streetlights, circumflex and mercury,

Quicksilver in the sub-zero Iowa night. Don’t give me that look—

I can’t help it the alphabet is insufficient to your utter joy.

S.K.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto

0 thoughts on “Written in Snow”

Brother, as in your twin who died after a day? Wow! Overjoyed doesn’t begin to say it. Please tell me more!
I take this stuff seriously. I’m also jealous. I would love to see my mother, who I haven’t seen in ~48 years. I, too, would be overjoyed to see her again, if only for a few seconds.

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