Poetry Porch: Poetry


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

           (E.F.J.)

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.