CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
Poetry

My Brother as Icarus

sun

by Andrea Scarpino

Your bones as fine as
robin wings, I thought you’d fly.
Construction paper, wax,
duct tape, leather belts bound
to your arms, shoulder blades.
Belief a cresting wave. Before.
After. Your bones as fine
as summer, faith. Here, I said,
bell of morning light unfolding
in my hand. When you reach
the sun, I’ll ring it. Fly.

*Photo courtesy Narrow Pérez.