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Big kid hits the tundra floor.
Came back from some lifetime ago.
Heavy hand with gentle touch
Caught the red-eyed bird to wilderness.
Singing words just won't cut
The line so fine in one of us
Breakfast, Jeebus, rebel call--
Letters said to sound too tall.
Lumbering down my back hall,
Could it be?
Next to him I am so small.
It's plain to see
My blood courses through veins outside of me.
Cards with pennies, tens, or fives,
Face is flat, lets it ride.
Luck is there without no tricks,
At least until kayak tips.
A ship on land ain't no home
For average man in big unknown.
But kid he conquers, bides his time.
For holing up, a shipwreck's fine.
Delirium in cold water,
Could it be?
Courting town's only daughter
Thankfully,
My blood courses through veins outside of me.
The coldest coffee at his side,
The shaky hand, the steady eye.
Nails are cut for picking strings.
About the soil he wisely sings.
The sky grew big side by side,
Expanding still through separate eyes,
But continents cannot divide
Brother born who know the time.
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Brother,
released January 1, 2005
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