This Hour and What Is Dead by Li-Young Lee : The Poetry Foundation [poem] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.
I've never had a brother, so I guess I keep coming back to this poem for other reasons.
Of course, it's another father poem as well as a brother poem. And here's the other side of that coin:
The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor | My Papa’s Waltz by Theodore Roethke
I also don't know why the Wood Stork (left) seems like a relevant photo. Maybe I can imagine him as the shape of ghostly noise overhead, yet he'll stand/sit there in silence for a long, long time, drying his wings, like the anhinga.
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