To The Stoic One (Kristi Swadley)

I look for
you in your
words metaphor heavy
you dart through
mulberry trees
laughing that I
know nothing
And you know
nothing
but I feel your
nothing is more
knowing
your wisdom
boys are stupid
is not lost
on me
but they remain
stupid
And your status
hasn’t changed
I finished the
book
squinting between
lines
our twin-ness is
assuredly fraternal
I absorbed the
emotions
I was born
second don’t you
Agree

(Copyright (c) 2005, Kristi Swadley)