Brother's Wisdom (poem)

I'm learning from him, as he makes the car dance with another corner
a nose-dive swivel, shifting down...then quickly up
his portrait created by the doorframe, but with a moving picture show
beyond the window.
The pin-pointed ends of his smile rising with the orange needle on the speedometer.
0 and he's antsy
30 with a smirk
60 only a second later
100 is laughter
I'm secure in my seat only because I trust him in his.

Finally cruising,
A slow enough speed for an opinion.
I can stop hoarding my feelings and let loose the weights
and even though his eyes are fixed, words are accepted.

I'm learning from him. His advice, when we get out,
She's a bitch, move on.
With his hand on my shoulder.