Seattle to Sun Valley, Interstate 84

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First adult sibling
road trip, you and
I rolling through
town after town,
meeting for the
first time, it seems.
Childhood fights
forgotten as the
miles go by
and you tell
me about yourself,
nice to meet you.
You teach me
about your insight
when we sleep
next to a creek
and share your
imagination when
you show me
the beauty of
gently rolling
fields, golden on
a blue horizon.
You let me in
and you ceased
to be that
taunting boy
I feared and
became, at last,
my brother.

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