I recently took a trip back to the town where I was raised. My brother's once country acreage is now an Amazon Fulfillment Center on the edge of an ever expanding city.
Attitude Adjustment
As a kid the comics came first
although they hung out in back.
Now I save them for last after plowing
through stories of war in Ukraine
and the latest mass shooting.
My brother, the firstborn, sported
an easygoing attitude while I, the final
child, carried the albatross of seriousness.
A mix-up by the birthing genie
leading my sib to overnight shifts, freeing
his days for more appealing pursuits like
bowhunting, studying biomes and birds,
romping with his dogs. Hard news drew
me, he scrapped the daily paper. I formed
a few strong friendships, he had scores.
A host of them celebrated his life
as he, in a sweatshirt grown baggy, held
court under July skies.
The carefree have always had it right:
eat dessert first, the Good Humor Man
lives, and start with the funnies
even when blinders blur the words.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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