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Poem: Apple Snow Sister (2004)

It was your feet that broke the path
Wandering through the innocence of snow
I only hear the stories,
Six paces deep
Like legends you are
Giant foot prints to fill
Even though my way was easier
I suppose
Maybe
It tickles, this mirrors reflection
The apple branch too high to reach
The pond too far across to swim through alge and muck
And I weigh the knowledge of the heroes on the scale
With you, nail-biting until it balances
Even calm, beautiful
Stumbling along, I try to keep up in the sand
But the silent black waves wash the path clean
And I am alone not alone on some foreign shore
Wondering how you didn’t break your neck
Falling from the nest
Somehow it works though it makes little sense
Bright ribbon gifts of no excuses
Veer left, little on, or right
You’ll never catch up
I’m not supposed to, right.
Watch me as I fall
I’ll watch you as you soar
Big sister equals stepping off the ledge
And means simple open arms.

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