Her vocals strum

and hum

a tone of great familiarity

The crisp and warm and sharp

voice of her mouth as she reads

Poetry



Cadence of flies

that rise

and fall and flutter through void

like waves that pound on my ear

and stings the air when she reads

Poetry



But would the air

compare

with that if she played my words?

and match the golden light of the

hanging lamp above us both?



Us both immersed

in words

of others and pain of others

while we look across at each other

and listen as my

sister

reads

Poetry