Donnerstag, 8. Dezember 2011


Linh, Ich & Eva.


older brother, restless soul, lie down  
lie for a while with your ear against the earth  
and you'll hear your sister sleep talking  
say "your hair is long but not long enough to reach  
home to me 
but your beard  
someday might be"
and she'll wake up in a cold sweat on the floor 
next to a family portrait drawn when you were four 
and beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more 
she'll lay it aside  
older father, weary soul, you'll drive  
back to the home you made on the mountainside
with that ugly, terrible thing  
those papers for divorce 
and a lonely ring a lonely ring 
sit on your porch  
and pluck your strings  
and you'll find somebody you can blame 
and you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea  
and you'll find the peace of the Lord. 


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