For A Younger Brother.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are spaced in a span of
ten long years
we have no bridges
and i am one broker boat without oars
brother
you must understand about the fact of our
misunderstanding
though we showed we tried to make links
upon one post to another

there are no morning glories
i have seen no gates or exits or entrances
there is nothing enticing at all in all these
bickering

brother
we must learn to accept
the wisdom of distance
the comfort of space
we have only thoughts
so far away from each other
and then we live
separate ways again

in a land that welcome us
in a place without a scent of any regret