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Door County Poetry: Two Poems

Lost Boys
 
Sparking sideways
enough to yank
my eyes backwards.
I draw a line –
they push back –
cat’s cradle
played twice.

Ruth, I am,
trailing broken wisdom
hidden by
peach fuzz.
 
 
 
Sister
 
Julie
I saw you standing
next to Grandma, and Aunt Moots.
Tall,
Moots stood tall,
and I went to you, but my embrace
fell
through you. My arms
cradled my own heart,
not yours.
 
Promise
you won’t leave first
like Auntie Paulie, surprised by death.
Promise
we’ll lie side by side,
girls in twin beds, snuggled ‘neath floral quilts
listening
to a train
sigh past the open window,
dreaming
in summer heat.
 
Life Life Life        Mama says life
precious
life is just a whisper.