A Brother's Hand,
the usual day,
the unchanged mornings
with the dogs barking,
the men milling
around suburbs,
street corners,
talkings,
smokings although
it's banned,
talking politics,
the lottery numbers,
agreeing we're estranged,
everyone a grain
of sand in
the hands of time,
in life's sunups
till midnight's bromance,
never such happiness,
buddy wise
companionships,
a brother's hands,
holds the minutes
extended,
diminished,
handed safe
as one alliance,
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