Lonely brothers

Across the lake I stare
Across through the morning fog
I hear the lonely call of my brother

His black white body
breaches the surface of the calm lake
His red eyes meet the green of mine

The call of our loneliness ring out across the water
To be swallowed by the fog

As my lonely brother dives ounce again
Never again to rise
Across the lake I stare
Across through the morning fog
Now I am truly alone.

poem by Matthew Ladin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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