Poetry Porch: Poetry

My Ten-Years-Older Brother
by Robert K. Johnson


I waited so many years
for you to climb down

from your cliff to no longer be
my aloof older brother,
       but a brother.

Now I wait for you
       to come out of a coma,

but you drift away into death,
leaving me bowed in grief
over the corpse of my hope.

Copyright © 2018 by Robert K. Johnson.