Your sister day
it was the same
in another colour.
I came from the sun dreams
ready for silence to hum,
Not to care that time and space
stretch like a summer tree
and the words I hang my days on
turn out to be ants going up
limb to leaf.
They know your sister day -
they lined up in sentences under her silence
and marched all the way here
to see what colour you'd be.
Ap 24, 09
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