In Love of a Brother (part 1) I promised transcription and annotation. Here goes:
Love of a Brother x 3
Lo & beholden, the Sun may absorb
One of your handicaps 2 trot
ENERGY into Another
Brian spent a lot of time in the Phoenix sun with his cardboard sign. Once I was driving and I saw him on an island. We had ten seconds or so of good conversation, then the traffic demanded I go. I gave him a ten-spot to help him through his day.
Look at a once-called Ozob
Once a scruffy panhandler
Verily & forsooth
Endgames are a bother
Brian acquired the nickname Ozob during school. It is Bozo backwards.
Last fortune cookie said Life Is A Verb
Out of the mouths of cookies oft comes Favor
Viceissitudes lay low my bro
Eternal as delayed Godot
Obstruction’s a real bitch
Forceps & clamps to the fore
And verbalize LIFE for my brother
I was solo at China Chili, where Brian and Mom and I have been known to go, it being near Mom’s house, a few days ago. My fortune cookie said “Life is a verb.” It really did. Shortest fortune I ever got, and one of the most cryptic. I apply all its force to Brian’s upcoming surgery . . .
Finally, today I tried to settle down and sum up Brian in as few words as possible. Foremost to mind was the fact that he is a widower, and his deceased wife Lera, a true sweetheart, was the love of Brian’s life.
Often in Dutch [trouble]
Fighter with a cause
A true Survivor