....................... a
hill as hilly
as winter coats
delicate chaos
under warmth of my baby sister
grabbing the sleeves
since it's a cold ground
crawling over her adventure
never tiring
today
my tomorrow
she doesn't know
who knows if care at all
and I am over there
looking
from a corner
whispering nothing
just observing
as she crawls back
towards me
and back again
to the hills
never leaving
the warmth of this drywalled harbor
no where to go
it's snowing
it's raining
and it's never ending
the tracks she leaves.
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