I Miss My Brother

Daps of the Best Sort

A gap.
I see it.
My brother see’s it.
It should be filled by a defender.
It isn’t.
I fill it.
The leather transfers dirt to my hands.
One moment necessary
My brother fills a second gap
Another moment, passed.
The sound of chains rattling.
His fingers slide across my palm.
Daps

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