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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Where Brothers and Sisters Go

Neither friends nor lovers.
Fate’s dark water.
From what were we chosen
to know our brothers and sisters.
Those who come to us
and go away from us.

I love you without regret.
The genius of love.
And prodigal you left,
and prodigal came back.
As in a single hour,
the dim color of the world returned.
I heard your voice above the crowd,
your eyes became sky again.

I heard sounds that crackled,
scampered, shore sounding.
My fingers felt granite,
the softness of willow,
and a highway rushed
through the house
with your soul inside it.
My brother as he always was,
old things behind us.

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