Cally Conan-Davies: Sister
Sister
When my sister slipped away
her slippers fell downstairs
slapping the sleeping dog’s nose.
She patted him back to rest
before silence sealed her closing
of the sliding door behind her
and I, in my nightgown, slept
through it all, unstirred.
So how could I know?
I am a slip of my sister.
I learned to read by following her finger.
I followed the back of her knees when the furious sun
flamed the road that summer.
She is faster than me, but I am slower.
Her school-dress blows in the ash of the dead-dark noon.
She can’t keep herself a secret, so I keep them
to this very day.
This is how I know
in no time
she has slipped
right by me and away.
Cally Conan-Davies
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