A Poem   Andy Martrich


my brother was marginalized
charged in 1998 with
conspiracy and in turn indicted with
criminal mischief

      but in santa cruz the year before
      we saw the pacific for the first time
      and the mass of rock way coast feint
      the water mark windows

inside our hotel, the keys left in the door
and the rest of our francs on the dresser
we left the room without seeing the front desk

      his room without a key
      one hour outdoor time, my mind made up
      to travel on the east impish sands
      and avoid the mason-dixon

carrying my own delta, sands blurring into blues.