A poem


Nice to sit with a guy you have known for 70 years

outside the North Jetty Fish Camp in Nokomis, Florida

drinking cans of PBR and watching for dolphins to roll

past as you talk about common interests

The two of you often never spoke for years at a time …

one insult or another being enough to trigger that

But now you are too old to waste time in silence

and know better how not to set the other off

and the thing is: two brothers on a bench

do not want to be disturbed

They’ve already missed too much of each other

and have little bench time left