Sister

Sister

 

one may say “entrenched”—as one

may say “free”, and security—

there are sisters

fiercely entrenched and free,

bloody handed and alive,

despite the stone and literal

control of her hours as sisters

can be alive, serious

as a blade of grass

in the family; in slight

movement, slight

cause, but dawned

on her own

story

where every plate,

every cup, every bag

of refuse is the last

rising sun

in the green, lit

with entrenchment—

soft dawn

of the complex—

to dawn with embellished

which in that complexity, she

dug into the trash

for an offering,

offered reclamation

of complex dawning

 

 

(c) aboldtcreativesoul 2016

 

 

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