brother

catefrances

long slow sunday afternoon
killing time swinging on the porch
singing along with neil and crazy horse
wanting to live with a cinnamon girl
he could be happy the rest of his life
the clouds roll across the sky
close my eyes and rest my head
listen to your low baritone
i can smell the rain coming
the earth breathing
who knows when it'll arrive
maybe soon
the wind picks up
rustling the trees
speaking to each other
losing leaves
the dog barks, lifts his lazy head
and i look up and see
a truck heading up the drive
a dust cloud behind
envelopes it when it stops
the door opens
and out steps your brother
the gravel crunches under his boots
it's been a while
and he looks like death
he's had his troubles
but he's getting better
apprehension turns to smiles
when our arms open to hold
a mending soul.

eMMI

I like this one. I can really see all that happening.

thanks for sharing.