my little brother's shoes

A twisted style in a fury felt

Like being inside a blurry avalanche fall

Melt Cautiously to the reflect

And inspect only what we expect

There were always rules but we never followed

I used to match my shoes with my shirts 

He'd give me the okay

His always matched better

He was always cleaner 

That's okay

I'm a confident fellow

None of my brothers know how to compete 

Neither do I

Maybe they are why

But he was the cool one 

With the shoes and the style and the happy and the smile

We used to stay up late 

His laugh is a heaven sound

Who built that? 

Watch as we grow 

Photo by Sadie Myers.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.