Oh old friend-
I know your sister is missing you.
your birthday was yesterday,
another year has passed without you.
I have known you both
for nearly 40 years, you were dear to her
and so you are to me.
Not really my friend,
only tangentially, but I kept tabs-
no longer the annoying little brother.
Edgy, tattooed, smiling on your motorcycle,
or posing on a roof,
or strumming your guitar,
smiling down at your daughter.
I took a walk after the storms tonight
the fireflies went nuts
answering the fading flashes.
I imagined you were with me-
“call them lightening bugs!
They are having a party!”
Your dark brown eyes,
your expansive smile,
your big heart, they were all with me.
I thought you might like
the cautious calves,
the frogs singing,
the silly cats following.
You would have taken a picture for your sister.
You would have written a song for your daughter.