brother poem

among the mountains i wandered
be not false
dear wife
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
there's one that i once loved so much
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
just as my fingers on these keys
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
she might have known it in the earlier spring
eighty years have passed, and more
brother, i am fire
a little peach in the orchard grew
i shake my hair in the wind of morning