This poem is for Jeff
A brother who is like a dirty rose
A favorite scent from PK perfumers which I put
on
Before I go
You were such a kind, big brother
I may not know how or why you couldn’t,
wouldn’t, won’t let God inside you
Mid the neighing and the flies
You have so many tall buildings I admire
And the world prizes
But our friendship grew cooler
And most of that was on my side
Most of that was because I knew Jesus but
From the outside
And I had not understood where he wanted me to
put my pride
I thought he didn’t mind it because
For it he died
But I realize now I may have pushed you
further
Outside
Which is the last place I would want you
Which is the last person I would want slide
Your marriage is brighter than mine is
Even though I have God inside
I wonder if I could even imagine
What you’d be like
With new eyes
You are one of God’s most desired prizes
I wonder if that is why Satan wants you on his
side
You are never the one that has hurt me
It has always been your foe and mine
And I wish that you could know
God in your heart like he is in mine
And then you would not need to keep your
britches on so high
And you would let the east and west meet
In the bridges or the sky
Even brothers and little sisters can get by
If they can learn to trust again
Just as in the Haddam Meadows art painting
days
Of by and by
Now that’s a memory I will always have
On the inside
P.S. If you never see this poem, I would be so
very sad
But if you saw it and rejected it
I would simply call my dad
No, I wish that you knew all his names I’ve
learned
And would let me tell them to
you
Because I truly think if you knew him as I know him
you would not be so mad
