My sister Luna is a porcelain bowl
filled past the meniscus.
My sister Luna is a pleated grey skirt, a calculus textbook
a C++ code for rendering matrices, and a mechanical pencil.
My sister Luna is a hummingbird feeder
strung from the backyard apple tree.
My sister Luna is the memory of winter afternoons
under blanket forts, spring mornings chewing leeks
and rhubarb straight from the garden, summer evenings
at Elk Lake picking thimble berries
and stepping into each other’s laced hands to reach
the higher tangles. My sister Luna was once
my baby brother and I will never forget him.
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