in the curve of my brothers back as he
takes off his shirt in the morning i see my future
the graceful arch of his skin tells me all i need to know
about where i'm going and where i've come from
he doesn't realize as he talks and laughs
how much this little action shows me
how old he is
one little mannerism and i can imagine him as a teenager
i hope he keeps his caramel skin
and his curly locks
and his smile
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