letter to a dead brother part 1

summer, 2008. skateboarding in a park,

camera in hands, shaking, filming brendan as he tries to ollie. you, in the infancy of your

hopes and dreams when the world was still a path open limits unknowable.

tomorrow, maybe you would film gabe jumping in the pool from the roof,

or maybe you would film brendan finally land the kickflip, or maybe in the later afternoon

as that summer-sun set low in the sky and the endless day slowly plodded towards the inevitable setting of the sun