Shadows of memories, flashes
of recognition. You used
to wear short trousers and a cap
of brotherly importance. There was marching
to be done. You taught me the rudiments
of boyish warfare. There were your
friends, the iced-over pond, and skis
to be waxed. I waited on the milestone
by the big pear tree until a black dot
at the horizon materialized and became
my big brother who swung me
until I was dizzy.
You have disappeared behind
a curtain of blacker than black
and even your face is dimming.