Little Sister

I miss you

When I heard of my cousin’s suicide, I went to my field and sat under a pine as the sun set over the mountains on the opposite side of the valley. By the light of a full moon, I wrote a verse to her. And as the Milky Way emerged on that brilliant night, I buried it among the poppies.

Twilight Sowing

I mourn you, little sister

I grieve for what we lost

Your modest alabaster 

Poured like milk

Before a ravenous dog

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