My brothers n’ me...

As I shake loose thoughts
from head to the knees
like a tree, frees leaves,
I drop at the foot of poet’s tree...

Within this network of mind
these branches combine,
twist n’ turn thru the years
they bind, we co-sign our family

N’ At root, where those depths
are defined, the ‘bark’ of those three
refine by this wise design, a trunk
stashed full of eyes bared in poetry.