Happy Birthday to my brother-twin, Arthur J. Giacalone, who is (yikes) fifty-five years old today.
Best wishes always to my first friend! Being a twin does not always mean harmony, but it certainly
does mean having a safety net of care and understanding. As the decades go by, I find myself
missing my brother’s physical presence more and more — email and phone calls and quick holiday
visits among throngs of family members aren’t enough. Arthur lives about 300 miles away. (And, yes,
dear reader, it is strange watching your twin grow older. So far, he’s doing it gracefully.)
fall twilight–
my brother going out
long
from A New Resonance 2
rootbound path
years ago it showed
how nimble I was
Humble and smiling thanks to my Pasadena friend
George Wallace , who took up my dare on his Dec. 6 birthday
with a reciprocal birthday double-dactyl of his own, with wishes
for my twin Arthur, and all the f/k/a alter egos, too:
To a One-Breath Pundit and Bard of the Bar
Annually, annually,
David the Ethical
(and his twin brother) more
Elderly grow.
Haiku sustains him, and
Weblogging Fools wish him
Well, with a Hey-nonny,
Hey-nonny noh!
stuff today.