brother
last night,
my brother asked me if
i would live with him
on an island bought with
won lottery cash.
he wants to raise our cousin-children
in the sun and surf.
he wants to climb trees
and fish naked.
we tried sushi for
the first time together,
and I think that first will drive
any man to seek out
the simple.
or at least, it will motivate
a country man to leave the
barbeque in the backyard,
and make the move to city streets
on sundays to take his share of
what he cannot catch
himself.
the pink salmon and green
avacado.
= chopsticks in hand=
I see the black oil under
his fingernails that comes
with a hard earned
bi-weekly paycheck.
the dark that i think only
salty seasurf will wash away.
the dirt that i think only owned
island sand will ever replace.
he says he's not dressing up
like my friends just to go.
i tell him i'll visit in the
summer seasons.