Brother

I blurted, "Frost
Is Boring!
Corny?!
No, Boring!"
And his eyes widened, up
And glowing, maybe not,
And I was left to Explain.
But I was stumped
Between sound and meaning
And opening-up.

No,
There'll be no day
There'll be no day
When "... ich, ich..."
Or Irish Blues
Are news to him
No, no
There'll be no day.