On My Brother's Graduation
By Christopher J. Bradley
Dedicated to Daniel Bradley

After the long drive
And sleep in a comfortable bed
Next to my brother
Five Years old now
We walk through the courtyards
Of the Spring Green Campus.

It is almost un-natural
The color of the grass
And blinding to my night eyes.
We approach the neat rows of chairs.

My father strings a Japanese Camera
Around his neck
And sits waiting patiently
For the ceremony
When he will walk to the front of the podium
And quickly snap out pictures.

We all talk about Daniel
And his success
And we watch him climb to the top
In a long black robe with a square hat.

Now no one can take away
Our first four year degree.