Grown Apart




Grown Apart


She’s my sister,
but we’ve grown apart.
Her feathers have turned
a coral colour, and her bill
is blue.  She’s not easy,
the moon gets caught in her
jittery nervous system.
She is very still,
at her center she is still,
very still with misunderstanding.

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