Poem: The Banks of The River
A poem about my brother and me. With a nod to The Finn Brothers.
My brother is very busy, according
to our parents. They pass the news
between their songs, the boat that
crosses the river. What news, I
sometimes wonder, do they relay
to him? Are we busy? Or are we
lazy? Or somewhere in between?
A wee boat of its own, adrift,
awash; perhaps my brother’s
to even ask.