A Dream Of My Brother

~for robert john

I love to drive, he said,
as he came crawling toward me
across a desert floor, burrs in both of his knees,
a dead star caught in his long, gray hair.

I feel used, he said,
and old as usual.
I believe I'm at the height of my existence.

At once exhausted, he lays himself at my feet.
I begin combing the nests out of his hair.
Scraping the dirt away from beneath his fingernails.
Kissing his sad and lonesome cheek.

His breath comes in white gusts of wind,
snowflakes fill the air.




Poetry by Lisa Zaran
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Written on 2006-01-29 at 03:19

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munir mezyed
this brilliant writing ..u have all the tools of a good poet
I love the way u play with words
Such as:
I begin combing the nests out of his hair.
Scraping the dirt away from beneath his fingernails

cheers
Munir Mezyed
2006-12-21


Zoya Zaidi
This is mind blowing!
So powerfull !
How did I miss you uptil now?
You are just out of this world, Lisa!

"a dead star caught in his long, gray hair"
'Dead stars' gives me the ghoose bumps!

Standing ovation to you dear friend!

((((hugs))))
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-29