Face to Face

Against all odds
Departing
Into limbo
I’m leaving this page—
What happened
Occurs here
My brother
Dying
Listens
Trees grow
In rain
Birds call
I leave them
Poems pass on
No end of trouble

Author: skuusisto

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