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who is the lady on stage with you?
arthur c. ford,sr.,poet/editor
MY BROTHER,CYRIL (1951-1981)
In the early part of an evening of our lives, my brother and I felt like we were trapped in a net made of glue. New Orleans’ humidity was the same as the temperature-ninety. After we drank some cheap wine, I noticed he had drifted off to sleep with ashes hanging from fifty per cent of his cigarette. The breeze coming in from the window was cool; he sneezed; I covered him with a blanket. The ashes of his cigarette dissipated to the command of the wind before I reached them so I just threw the blanket on him, put what was left of his ashed-cigarette in the ashtray, then we both went to sleep. I was sixteen, he was two years younger, but more curious. He found a way to get into our house “without the key”, camouflage the local grocer’s(Mrs. Katie)lemon pies until they “disappeared” and find someone old enough to purchase wine for us. But on the other hand, I soon proved to be a “partner in his mischiefs”-I mastered all his antics. He was good in biology, being the first to explain to me the process of photosynthesis and I was a wiz in mathematics, mentally computing what our change should be “before” the grocer added it up on the cash register. We supplemented each other perfectly. We practically did everything together;we went to school, church, parties, fishing, swimming, played ball and to secure our togetherness even more, we dated girls who were sisters. Years later, in the late part of an evening of my life, I sat staring(after drinking a bottle of Don Pernignon Champagne) across the room. I noticed that the breeze had become wild and colder, but this time it did not interfere with my brother or his ashes, for they both were resting well in the hermetically sealed urn on my altar.
Poet Arthur C. Ford,Sr. resides in Pittsburgh,PA.
Date: Wed, 21 May 2014 13:40:22 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org
May 21, 2014 at 2:05 pm
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