from left field, an echo

listening to you
talk about my brother
accompanied by an eccentric
three inch diameter banjo

plunking twanging
from left field, an echo
from a different age
lent depth, solemnity, bravado
to everything I did, to everything I didn't do

like the reflection
of a small town
on the shores of a great river

I couldn't believe the hearty
tunes
that little banjo

made me feel
right at home

by the boy poets hands-in-pockets, passports in hands