A Sighting

Yesterday, rounding the corner,

I saw my brother standing on the sidewalk,

dressed as ever in his soft gray t-shirt

and rough, sloppy jeans,

his scarred, shaven head

bruised with stubble,

sucking in cigarette smoke

with the sharp, spring air,

his cheeks drawn around the

delicious, pernicious breath,

head thrown back in the sunlight,

hanging loose on the street corner,

worlds away from where he lay

secure in his clean-sheeted bed.

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4 Responses to A Sighting

  1. Jingle says:

    lovely..

    😉

  2. Alive aLwaYs says:

    I am Sighting a good poem.

  3. mel says:

    Such a lot suggested in so few words: I love the “hanging loose” line. It seems so joyful and I can identify with the pull on that cigarette. I’ve always said there’s something sacred about the first cup of coffee in the morning!

  4. Jingle says:

    excellence.

    Glad to discover your poetry talent,
    Impressed,
    Share a free verse with us today, bless you.
    Keep up the excellence.
    Email promisingpoets@gmail.com for details.
    Xxx

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