for phillip (words,
brother)

when circumstance conspired to bleed us-
ruin our best shirts
you fashioned for my arm
a tourniquet of words
re-
splinted the morning
of my sound.

now we share dramas
in different states

lexington is trying to be winter.
youre poor
again
bedding old books by fire,
aquiring fatherhood like
a gypsie.

somewhere greener than iron,
im thin in the wisdom
of my window,

phillip. when
i write i am
losing faith
in so many words -

still young
outside childrens voices
falling like
birds

james madison walker

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