what my sister sees

mom’s lost upstairs reading the bible

and dad’s away somewhere trying to fix a leaky clock

and my brother has me to copy

of course we both wind up watching clocks

and reading bibles by orange light

on black evenings

mumbling holy passages

and pacing down growing, hardwood hallways

that stretch across state lines

each of us pretty busy

so we never quite bump into each other

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