Letter from my sister.
What can letters say
when I see you!
Does the hair not fall lightly around you in golden waves
when you enter
to tell me about your life?
Do the awestruck folds of your dress not harden when you leave?
The Earth carries you.
– – – – – – – – –
Why can all eyes not see,
why she pours off the gods’ well with one hand?
Sister, my sister.
I received your image.