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Night Dance
We all recall our lives in a series of photographs.
Each memory, a snapshot of one moment forever ingrained in our minds.
Tonight I am adding a picture to that album.
It is the end of summer and I am on the porch smoking the last of my menthol cigarette.
In the kitchen, my brother slow dances with a girl who has broken his heart more often than not.
His expression is one of total adoration.
My mind fixes itself on the peace that has become him.
I almost feel like an intruder.
So rarely do we realize that the people we love have people that they love.
All of us are interwoven and patched together by that one small word: love.
Love makes fools out of the best of us.
It makes kings out of others.
Tonight, dear brother, you are a king.
I loved this poem
I can't say it any other way.
You have a real feel for the understated. You put things into perspective so readily. I am very impressed with all of your poetry.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
:)
Thank you, Dylan!