Poetry: I Ask the Antagonist within Me to Bless My Brother, Then I Ask My Brother for a Metaphor—by Susan L. Leary
One horse galloping toward another horse
One horse galloping toward another horse
We’ve looked at the face of this life / Just as one looks at the cross.
I wish every darkness / unleashes you fearless
When we moved here in ’68,/plant workers made/GOOD MONEY
one era’s style vein / and bone against the matte / patina green of others; / histories collaged,
those who die in their infancy/are not assumed into heaven
Let me see/what I never thought of/as pear
Under lights & cover bands we moved, dripping rum & sweat
Dad lives in a donut shop now
In our youth we tell ourselves / that there is time for ourselves.